Chapter 100. The Truth

“Ten years ago, it was about all wolves… a species that dared to kill his woman and unborn child for merely existing. When he found out she lived and died at the hands of the Santo pack, and he thought his child too, he concentrated his hatred on one pack alone.” Leyanne wanders casually across the floor, shrugging as she goes, and all eyes follow her. An awkward quiet around the room instantly as we all digest this.

“That’s why the fog stayed only with them and us… nothing further out. We saw no vampires in our entire trip to find Leyanne.” Meadow fills in the blanks, adding to what I guess she spoke to the witch about, and brings my mind to the truth of her observation. In eight hours of cross-country travel, we never picked up on a single vampire outside the Santo domain. Not one sense of them, no scent in the air at all. It’s why Leyanne didn’t care about leaving us alone in the darkness. She knew we weren’t in danger so far from the mountain because vampires weren’t hunti