Isabel and the Werewolf Beast (Vampire Tales #1)

11. Isabel

Chapter eleven

Isabel

I heard everything. My eyelids refused to open. I was in a state of stasis. A state vampires reverted to when they almost bled dry from wounds. We could remain in this state for eternity, but we were vulnerable. Easy to kill. If Dante had been any other werewolf, he would have ripped my heart out of my body by now. A sure way to kill a vampire, but he probably didn’t even comprehend how to kill a vampire.

He comprehended nothing about himself as a werewolf.

The sound of pages turning was sharp to my ears. A sound I remembered wholly since I loved reading and since I’d been in this cursed state, I couldn’t even touch a book. I longed to hold the weight of a hardcover in my hands. Sniff the aroma of paper and the magic of words. Devour the writing with my eyes.

How I longed for so much since Silas cursed me to this place.

Now, even if Dante’s brother returned with Silas and a way out of this curse, then I’d be in stasis. I wouldn’t be able to kill Silas. How I longed to remove the stain of his evil from my life and this world.

There was only one way for Dante to revive me.

Blood.