Page 83 of Her Reborn Mate

“It’s four in the morning, and the party is still going on outside,” I said.

“I’ll tell them to wrap it up,” he said, getting out of bed while rubbing his eyes. “This isn’t fair.”

“I wonder whose idea this was,” I said, getting out of bed and following him.

“It was probably Vince after he drank one too many whiskeys,” Will said. “Seriously, this is way too loud.”

“I had a dream, you know,” I said.

“Was it as good as the one I was having?” Will asked as we headed to the door.

We never got to discuss our dreams. The moment we stepped into the living room, it was clear that the sounds coming from outside were not from the revelers at the party. Those were screams. People were panicking outside.

Will hurriedly opened the door and gasped.

Outside, in the night sky, dozens of vampires were airborne, all of them flying over the commune. The screams were coming from the pack members who were trying to fend the vampires off. But the vampires were far too many for all the pack members to tackle.

“Tell me we’re still dreaming,” I said, staring at the sight of airborne vampires descending upon Fiddler’s Green.

“This isn’t a dream,” Will said, stepping outside with me by his side. “This is a nightmare.”