Chapter 5

Rebecca POV

Waking up from my coffin once more, I am surprised to see my Father’s coffin still unopened. In our cemetery we are always ready. We make sure our coffins, our clothes, our hair and our own appearance is always tidy. Father said a lady should always be elegant and well primed for her beloved.

Seeing the two werewolves who are guarding us during the day sleeping near my coffin is a bit more relaxing. Father still feels it a bit odd that he is stuck behind so many hateful feelings. Yes, their kind harmed us thousands of years ago, but they haven't even tried these past decades.

In fact, they have not tried so much that their very own race stopped producing in general. Now all we have left are the more civil kind of them named, Werewolves. My father is not an easy vampire to get along with, he is one of the elders of the clan. He is using these two mates of werewolves as an example to our clan that they mean no harm. That finally, we can all be getting alo