Chapter 1
Emily
“Emily, bar the fucking door,” Will’s voice grated, urgency lacing every syllable.
The forceful thud reverberated through the room as Will’s weight collided with the locked barrier. My hands trembled as I clasped them together, struggling to contain the fear threatening to overtake me. Will had never deceived me before; I couldn’t fathom him fabricating something so dire now.
Another powerful blow struck the door, sending splinters flying as it gave way. In an instant, Will stormed in, unclothed and poised for action, his grip seizing my arm and hauling me towards him. There was no preamble, no exchange of words, only a primal intent in his eyes.
And then I screamed.
This isn’t the beginning of our story. I led you to think it starts with something wild, but nope. It begins on an ordinary night in my ordinary life. The blood and pain? They come later. But don’t worry, you’ll hear it all. There’s plenty of blood and pain, believe me. This isn’t just about love. It’s about revenge, passion, and pride. It’s our story, tied together by hate, love, blood, and hunger. It all starts with hunting down a killer, and it ends much the same way.
