Prologue

I’d thought the pain of loosing him the first time was unbearable. I thought that my heart would never heal from the shards of brittle glass it had shattered into. I thought that my body would feel no guilt when I learned of the betrayal he’d showed me.

Now, as his blood dripped from my blood-soaked fingertips, and ran down my freshly fed jaw, I knew that not one of my thoughts was true. His body lay in a crumbled heap at my feet, and his detached head on the ground stared up at me with blood-shot eyes. As I stared down at him, I shed one last tear for the love I had for him before turning my back and disappearing into the fading twilight with the last of our kin he’d turned his back on.