Chapter 553

Caleb screamed, flying from the bed with talons slashing out, his fangs elongated, his eyes pools of darkness. His body drenched in sweat, his eyes wild, he roared and slashed out, shredding the bed with his talons, flowing around the room, searching for any sign of threat. He quartered the bedroom, leaving no dark crevice unchecked until he was certain there was no danger in his vicinity. Only once he was fully convinced he wasn't under attack did the impact of his nightmares begin to sink in. Caleb groaned, falling to his knees and shielding his eyes as a shiver wracked his body. It had been as if he'd been there, not Callain but him, Caleb! History had replayed itself in graphic detail, and watching it had been a torture he'd never believed imaginable. He'd been helpless to intervene, helpless to stop the carnage he'd witnessed. Callain's emotions had flown through him...the fury, the sheer depth of the vampire king's rage was more powerful than anything he'd ever personally experienced. Anakatrine! It had been Callain's only thought; trying to protect her even though he knew it was futile.