Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

look as calm and collected as he did. She wanted to show the werewolves that she wasn’t scared of them and that she was confident she could survive any attack.
    It was impossible for her to do when Valentine spoke again and sent her fear into overdrive.
    “Keep your eyes forwards,” he said out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes not straying from the door at the end of the hall. “Stay close and remember that this is their world... not ours.”
    She glanced over her shoulder and found herself face to face with a pack of snarling werewolves. They were stalking them, their shoulders hunched and their fangs bared. She stared straight into their narrowed yellow eyes and swallowed noisily. Her fingers flexed when she felt the tingle of magic in them.
    They passed through the doors and into the more brightly lit expansive room. It was a huge chamber. The ceiling was almost as high as the hall they had just come along. The walls were dark stone, decorated only by several hangings that depicted battles. She listened to the sound of Valentine’s and her boots on the stone flags and the clip of werewolf claws that were following them.
    She tried to keep her eyes locked on the massive fireplace that was directly in front of her, flanked by two dark wooden arched doors and partially obscured by the large throne-like seat that sat in front of it.
    When the werewolves moved up beside her, she looked down at them. One of them growled at her and she couldn’t help but snarl back, baring her teeth and keeping her eyes locked with its.
    It seemed to quickly become a battle of wills and she refused to look away while she walked. She stared deep into its yellow gaze, not letting her eyes shift and reveal her true self like it evidently wanted her to.
    She thought she’d won when it slinked off to the side and then she walked into something.
    She sprang back immediately, her right hand coming up to defend herself when she saw the hulking mass of man that was staring down at her. Her eyes widened when she took in his broad build. His shoulders were covered in a dark sable fur and his shoulder length black hair was plastered against his rugged face. She took a step back and her hand shook while she stared into his dark eyes and saw the deep scar that streaked directly across his right one.
    Her other hand came up to support her wrist and she willed herself to stop trembling. She wanted to growl, but no sound would come to her. All she could do was stare at the man. He grinned, his stubbly square jaw shifting slightly when he did so and she furrowed her brows when sharp canines appeared in view.
    She whimpered and closed her eyes when he stepped towards her. When she reopened them, she realised he’d walked straight past her and was heading for Valentine. She watched him. Valentine still looked as calm as ever as the large man limped towards him and she was surprised when Valentine knelt down on one knee, bowing his head. She cursed her shaking hands and held her right one steady, feeling the magic building in it while she waited to see what was going to happen. If he made one move to hurt Valentine, she was going to blow him to smithereens.
    “Valentine,” he drawled in a thick Russian accent. His voice seemed to have a note of amusement in it, a hint of friendliness that she hadn’t expected. “You came... and with such sweet company.”
    She growled when the man looked back at her and grinned.
    “A present?” He turned back to Valentine.
    She took swift steps towards the man and held her hand up, letting the magic build there and narrowing her eyes as she willed it to come quicker. She snarled, her teeth extending. She didn’t care what Valentine had told her about them trying to provoke her into reacting. She wasn’t about to stand here and listen to this stranger talk about her like that.
    “Stand down,” Valentine said, getting to his feet.
    She growled at him when he grabbed her arm and dragged her back to where he’d been kneeling. She tried to raise her hand again, but Valentine snarled at her and pushed it back down.
    “I said stand down, Prophecy!” He almost roared the words at her and she recoiled, making herself as small as possible on hearing the anger in his voice.
    She didn’t know what to think when he forced her to kneel in front of the man, as though she was below him, she just did as he instructed and stared at the floor.
    “Prophecy?” The sound of her name spoken with such curiosity by the