Chapter 12

The ground obeyed the instructions of his feet, careful to make no sounds as he stepped on it. The boots on his legs crunched softly on the garbage carelessly dropped by the humans as if they also were afraid he was going to fling them off in anger if they exposed his whereabouts, and they wouldn’t get to sleep on the cradle they loved so much. Even the animals who loved to hoot and call to one another when the world was getting ready to sleep behaved as if they sensed his anger.

Michael drew a breath of the night, loving as the cool night air rushed into his nostrils. He owned the night, and he wasn’t going to let anyone jeopardize his plans to rule the night as well. The key belonged to him. The girl was meant to be his. 

If Eric decided to keep her alive and not use her for what she was meant for, it was only good for Michael. He was going to get rid of his competition, but first, he had to get the key. He had to use the girl to release his minions and then, toge