_ Fergus

The next day, he heard the news about a pack of bones that was found in the woods. The wolves thought it was the doing of one of them. None of them – in their wildest dreams would ever guess that a vampire was in their midst.

Not to mention a group of vampires.

Since he didn't know who the girl whose form he had taken was, he hid still, avoiding contact with the members of the pack. He only needed her flesh to enable him to walk in the sun.

Every day, he would trail Isleen Garcia from a long distance. Since he was a vampire, he could see things from a distance too. He watched her go to the school where she worked as a teacher and studied her students.

Finally, he was able to discover a perfect pawn. There was a little boy named Liam among her students. He had just his brother as his family. Such a kid was just the one he was searching for.

And thus, he shed the wolf girl's skin that he had stolen and shifted back into his own flesh and form. He returned to their hideout in the Ravenwood pack. There were twenty of them in the pack.

"Fergus, you always return looking hilarious every time." Churel, the vampire whom he was mated to and his sex partner came over to meet him the moment he stepped into the cave. "What is this you are wearing now?!" She motioned at the feminine cloth on him which had almost torn at every side because of his size.

He had thrown his clothes away after shapeshifting into the wolf girl's form. He didn't have the time to go steal some clothes like he usually did as this was the only chance they had.

Both Isleen and Liam's brother were at the same spot. This would heighten her pity for the little boy later.

He slipped his hands across Churel's waist and pulled her close. "Your nagging makes my dick hard, Churel." He whispered and slotted their mouths together, engaging her in a passionate and short kiss.

"Ah — I want to fuck you so badly, Fergus." Cherul jumped into his arms and wrapped her hands across his neck.

He couldn't resist her scent either. As she raked her hands in his hair, he elongated his fangs and dug it them into her wrist.

"Ahhh…" A gasp of pleasure escaped from Churel.

Fergus felt his heart racing faster as the pleasure of the empty bite enveloped him. Churel took his neck, and descended her fangs into his skin, leaving Fergus's pupils to dilate.

The pleasure coursed through him like electricity. His dick stood between them, hard and aching to plunge into her.

However, when he remembered that they had work to do, he brushed Cherul's hair backward. "We'll finish this later, my artisan," Fergus whispered, torn between desire and duty.

Cherul reluctantly climbed down from him. "Missed your ass!" She teasingly spanked his ass and Fergus laughed, simultaneously giving her a wink too.

Eighteen of the others who were either busy fucking, empty biting, or playing around ceased their activities and turned to him. Usually, Fergus liked watching his kind empty biting and fucking but this time, they had work to do.

"Hate to rain on the parade, but we've got work to do, fellas!" He clapped his hands, his long ebony hair falling on his face.

He usually had it packed in an underhead ponytail but since he had just metamorphosed into his original form, there was no time for that.

"Grrrr, Fergus!" The other vampires hissed, hating that he'd intruded on their fun.

Fergus tilted his head. "I could watch you all fuck all day but we have some wolves' heads to bite off."

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After the attack, about eight of his men were dead. Cherul along with some of the others was captured. They weren't expecting a quick response from the wolves.

"We underestimated them. I should have known the fey would join in the fight. I thought we could ignore them since they would never shed blood. I should have considered that they could weaken us." Fergus breathed to himself after he had escaped into the woods with a leg injury. Guilt was settling on his shoulders.

When he was sure that he had masked his scent well and was well hidden, he sat down to allow his wound to heal.

"Cherul." He choked out, pain and anger welling up inside of him.

Cherul was his mate. He had just marked her. He was just falling in love with her. Cherul was fun. Cherul his escape. Cherul was his.

And now... Those wolves had captured her.

They were definitely going to eliminate her after interrogating them. He had no idea if he should be a little glad that she wouldn't die in the hands of the wolves.

Vlad Shadowheart, the vampire lord – their master was connected to them all. He could activate through one of them and see whatever it was that they were seeing.

Just as the wolves were connected to their Alphas, all of the entire Vampire factions were connected to one sole ancient lord – Vlad Shadowheart.

He would have seen it through the captured ones that they had been captured and definitely wouldn't sit around and watch them talk or jeopardize their mission.

Cherul would die if she already wasn't.

A streak of tears ran down his cheek. Fergus's heart tightened, beating rapidly. He had no idea what this feeling was. It felt like the air was leaving his lungs. Breathing had become impossible. His heart didn't want to cease aching.

"Oh, Cherul." He cried, clutching his chest hard. "I promise, I'll avenge you. I'll give blood for blood."

He saw Kylo taking her. It was Kylo who captured his mate. The blood of Cherul would be on Kylo. Oh, he would fight back.

He would kill every one of Kylo's mates until he died. If Kylo were to be mated to ten mates, he'd kill them all. "You will pay." His eyes burned red while his already pale face grew paler.

Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he stood up and roared his pain out. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"