"Please just let me explain!" she pleads as she steps forward, holding the frail body that dangles in her arms.

"No! There is no need for an explanation, get rid of it now!" The baritones of a male voice reverberate throughout.

His voice is like nothing anyone has ever heard before. It is the sort of voice that would make every head turn towards him. He has that rich, silky tone and he speaks as if he controls the world, his experience seeping through.

Suddenly there is moment as girl heaves forward towards the male voice.

"Look, she's dying and if you would have some sympathy you would let me help her, please, she needs it"

There isn't even a pause of breath before the voice answers back,
"Do you think I will allow, her, out of all people, to be treated here with the people whose lives have been destroyed by her family"

He stops and lets out a sharp breath, "Look, that is not one of us, don't you remember what they did to your own flesh and blood? What they did to my family?"

"I know, but you don't understand! She's not like them I swear, she means no harm"

There is a long pause as the air gathers their thoughts.

It seems by his reaction he never argued with his fists but rather with his words. His words pack a powerful punch.

Carefully spoken, his words have an air of finality to them and no matter how hard the girl railed against them, nothing would change his mind.

She still has a tight grip around the disfigured white dressed body as she a waits for a response, staying quiet as she waits for the storm to abate. She remains as still as a cadaver and just as pallid, unblinking against his onslaught.

"You have to take her back" The voice spits out with the ferocity and rapidity of a machine gun firing.

"Take her back?! But she'll die! Can you not see her maimed limbs??"

"I can't put our family in danger-" He explodes with unrestrained fury until the girl bounces back, "Does she look dangerous to you?!"

Suddenly there is fury as the man steps forward, the deep scar on the left side of his face enraged as he pounces forward, that is until another voice booms.

"Stop what you're doing!"

They all turn towards the character who steps out from the dark shadows.
"Let her stay"

"How dare you intrude, you're not in charge, I am-"

"I don't care, she will stay as long as she needs to, look at the state of her."

Suddenly they all stare at the limp character the blonde hair girl holds in her arms. Crimson blood stains her torn snow dress as her arms has become enmeshed with with mud and grit on her raw pink flesh and is spotted with blood.

From her right elbow to her hand there is no more skin, only raw and weeping flesh in various shades of pink and red. The same can be said of her right knee as it hangs over the other girl's arms. Her whole face is bloody and bruised, not to mention the deep scar that ran across the left side of her face.

There is a huff from the mangled dark hair male. "Fine she can stay, but doesn't make her part of the clan"

They all solemnly nod in silence as the moon glows above them, settling the dusk they leave behind..

So this is the beginning of the second book, I honestly can't wait!
I hope you enjoy!