Chapter 125

"The vampire seer?" A voice roared as another dark silver werewolf neared her other side.

The couple stooped over and the bear made their way toward her, brushing debris beneath their step as they conversed. "The vampire seer?" it inquired once again.

The dark werewolf that was holding her down breathed, his muzzle so near to her nose that she could feel his nostrils widen. "Who are you?" Diana said, despite the fact that she was the vampire seer, she was only an average soul in the underworld, terrified and frightened.

"Fated One…why are you here? You are not supposed to die." it snarled in rough, accented with ancient language she long to recall yet able to understand. It was so deep and gravelly that Diana had to listen closely to make out the word. She didn’t remember hearing of anything like that. "I feel down the dark pit with the god, who guards it."

"Naghas? The bloody snake is here?"

"Yes." Diana replied, while the anxiety on her back eased and she to