The night was silent. Too silent. Neither the vampires nor the werewolves dared make a noise, afraid of being victims of the deranged Vampire King.
Alaroc remained, his forehead pressed against Ravenna's, his eyes shut as if trying to reach beyond the physical world.
'Wake up, love.' He was still trying to mind link her.
'Ravenna, please I'm begging you.' He tried again and again, his voice soft and desperate, echoing in his mind. But no answer came.
