“Lance,” I called out for the umpteenth time but he still would not reply. He kept on walking away from me and everyone else.

It had been about twenty minutes since the vampires left and everyone was already packing up. We were waiting for nightfall before we had another funeral for the ones we lost. But everyone was busy with something at the moment. The vampire had disorganized a lot of arrangements around and the pack house was a mess.

No one was too phased about the attack, they were sad about the people that died, but I had not seen anyone shed a single tear about it. We only...