ALLISON.

“Start the fucking jet. Now!” River yelled at the pilot to take off.

Wesley took my hand and stroked my knuckles. He was so tensed as he glanced at the window too, checking the vampires outside. As the jet ascended, I thought we were safe, until I heard the metallic screech of vampires tearing into the fuselage.

“Fuck!” Mason exclaimed.

The fight wasn’t over.

The sound of metal shrieking made my blood run cold. They were tearing into the jet!

"They’re on the jet!" Hudson’s shout rang through the cabin.

I turned in my seat just in time to see the flash of claws ripping through the fuselage. Ten...