Tyler Lockwood sat bởi the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy in his family’s large and spacious living room, on hand idly twisting a bia in his hands, his eyes red rimmed but otherwise dry. His mother cried silently beside him, twisting the mũ lưỡi trai, cap of her own bia before downing half of it in one large swallow. Her cries filled Tyler’s head, making a sort of buzzing sound that was slightly annoying, but he ignored it because they were mourning his father that day, had been every day, drinking bia after bia in the living room and expected to cry a bucketful of salty tears.

Tyler was sad, but not enough to cry for his father’s...

------Prologue------


“So, you’re into witches and crap like that,” a voice muttered behind Bonnie. Bonnie helplessly rolled her eyes and turned around to face her speaker.
“Yes, Tyler. I’ve also been hearing things; things about bạn and wolves, full moons…..Ring a bell?” Bonnie said, smiling happily to herself when he flinched. He shook his head.
“I don’t know what crap Elena and her band of happy vampire buddies have been telling bạn but-“
Bonnie interrupted him, “They haven’t told me anything Tyler. There’s been….bodies found.”
Tyler flinched again, his hands tightening...