The werewolves began to look sick—shaking and doubling over with strained grimaces. Thetis turned his attention to them and his fellow vampires.
“The children must not be converted. They are of better use to us as mortals, and fledglings turned too young are far too dangerous.” As he spoke, he swept over the lines. He began pointing to some of the older children chained up with their parents. “That one’s still too young. Put her with the little ones. That one, too. And him.”
He pointed at Brent. Melanie heard his mother give out a relieved sob. The smallest of smiles curled her own mouth, not just for...
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