Gayle could feel panic rising within her chest, its grip tightening as flames danced along the edges of the warehouse. She lay motionless on the ground, her body slowly mending her broken back. Human blood did nothing to aid her healing factor, but in a desperate attempt, she had fed from Cecilia. It seemed as though she had broken her promise for nothing. 

　　Thick smoke billowed around Gayle, making it difficult to see or breathe. Through the haze, her eyes darted to ...