บท 434: Mythic Immortals 2

"Goddess Brandt," Nedra cried, slowly dropping to her knees next to the lycan who was as white as a corpse on the floor.

His face was badly slashed, and when she reached to pull back his collar to check his neck… he had no neck. It was severed completely—the surest way of ending a lycan. Nedra covered her mouth with a hand to stop from screaming, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the horrific sight. Zagan wouldn't have done this. Would he?

"No, he wouldn't," she answered in a whisper.

She got up, tearing her eyes away from the poor male who she barely knew. But he had always been kind to her. And he was so young. Hopefully his death had been a fairly quick one, but feared it was unlikely knowing what she did about the vampires' kind.

"The Mythic Immortals," someone tsked from the doorway, causing her to gasp and stumble backward away from the unfamiliar voice.