There were five of them in total. Thomas led the group into the room. I was astounded when I saw Alex by his side. ‘Thank God, thank God,’ I glanced up to the ceiling letting out a long steady breath as I rested my eyes on my maker. Relief washed through me for a moment before my muscles returned to rigidity. I nodded at Alex who attempted to appear serious, but his lips turned into a crooked grin when he found my face out of the gaggle of vampires. His mousey blond hair flopped over his face, hanging like a drape over one eye. He wore his trademark black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a floor length black leather coat. The rest of the group had strong jaws, their chins jutted out in defiance and their oval eyes glowed yellow. Gabriella walked amongst the throng. I narrowed my eyes at her and she returned the sentiment. The colour of her eyes proved what I thought I’d known all along—she was a werewolf, too.
