Raven’s POV

I see it coming—the bullet. It is a hybrid bullet, the base of silver glinting in what little light is available in the decrepit warehouse room that we are all in while the main body of the bullet is made of wood.

It is the perfect wooden stake, and it is coming right at me!

I let my body react, giving into my vampiric instincts, and leap up into the air, twisting and spinning with years of instinctual skill. I watch as the bullet passes ...