#Chapter 217: I Don’t Believe You

Robert’s Pov Less than a mile left before I come up to the vampire's gate. I can’t believe I got myself into this mess. This is all Almara’s fault. If she kept her nonsense accusations to herself, I would be back with the pack. I almost went running back when I heard that horrendous howl. Who was that anyway? Then I heard Almara call back and figured she could handle it. I’m doing her enough favors. This land gives me the creeps. It’s like there’s something lurking in the shadows, and to be honest there probably is. What makes this barren, desert-like land even more ghostly is the fact that we’re about to enter nightfall. I try to just focus on the mission, ignoring the feeling- or knowing that I’m being watched. Soon enough, I’ll be under everyone’s scrutiny anyway. I reach the gate. A mile-long black metal ironed gate that separates two stretches of barren soil. “Identify yourself.” A voice that sounds to be a thousand years old breaks through the intercom. Showtime. “Robert