Chapter 92: The hunt

The whistle was blown and the humans ran into the forest. To get away and not be killed was the plan they had in mind but even they knew it in their heart that it was just a lie.

Compared to the blood thirsty vampires, hybrids, and tribrid that were waiting for their meal. "We go in groups," Bran said first. He looked at his family and grouped them.

"Marcus, Royan, Havanna and Alwyn, you are on the same team. Reina, Morpheus, the princess and second prince and me are on the opposite team," he said.

"May the best team win," Marcus said with a wicked competitive face on. He got off the carriage bringing Royan with him. "Now my little darling, its time to feast," he said and they nodded.

The second whistle came and they all rushed out in a speed of lightning into the forest. Howling sounds of animals in the forest were heard. They ran for their lives only to have their throats ripped apart and their blood drank.