“We’ve taken out the cameras. You’re free to do as you wish with the others,” the phantom in the middle of the three at the front stated.

“Cameras?” Leah asked.

“This was televised around the world. Everyone saw it. Now the cameras and microphones have been disabled,” the phantom to the left said.

“Brilliant,” Lucien clipped.

“Yuri, let’s go home.”

I looked down to Yuri to see Sonia on her knees in front of him, Callum standing close behind her. She was bloodied but clothed. There were claw marks slashing across her upper chest, more across her hip, if the blood seeping through her jeans was any indication, and bite marks on her neck and arms, but she looked strong.

“Yuri, honey.” She lifted her hands to his cheeks when he made no reply. “Let’s go home.”

“You survived,” Yuri said, his voice freaking me out because it was not cold, it was not rough. It was nothing. “The Three survived. He fell.”

A tear tracked down Sonia’s cheek as she said nothing but kept holding Yuri’s face.

“He fell,” Yuri whispered, and there was no longer nothing in his voice.

It was full.

Full to the brim with pain.

My eyes got wet.

“Please, come home with me. We need to be with Gregor,” Sonia begged, her voice edged with a sob.

Suddenly, Yuri stood.

“Yes, Sonny. Home,” he stated shortly.

She nodded, straightening, but I moved fast.

Getting in front of Yuri, I got close and wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing my cheek to his chest as I hugged him tight to me. And only when I had him close did I say, “Your dad was to the total bomb, Yuri. The absolute bomb. The vampire Gregor was awesome.”

Yuri stood motionless in my hold for a long time and I was going to give him that. In that moment, I’d give him anything.

But finally, I felt his hand curl light on the back of my neck.

“Yes, Lilah,” he said quietly. “He was.”

“We’re fading, honey. Grab hold,” Sonia called.

I let go and Abel wrapped his arm around my chest, pulling me back just as Yuri lifted his hand, Sonia took it, and she and her brother faded away.

“King of the Wolves, what do you wish for the rest of them?” one of the phantoms called on a prompt.

That was when I looked around and took everything in.

It was gruesome.

But we’d been joined by others, and not just the phantoms.

The humans had left their houses. Some were sticking close to their doors, standing on their stoops. Some had wandered into their yards, though not far. All of them held weapons, guns, baseball bats, knives.

I didn’t know if they were worried about us or if they got it together to come and help.

It didn’t matter.

It was done.