Chapter 92.

"Holy shit-- Hazel, don't move!"  I whipped my head up, stared him dead in the eye, and held in my scream. That was the suckiest advice I've ever heard. Of course, I'm not moving when I have a snake about to make me his next meal. "Gabe," I whimpered when I felt it squeeze its long body around my leg. The pressure of its muscles slithering over me and the hissing while it flicked its split tongue arose a fear in me that I didn't know I had. The serpent's eyes stared into my soul while its venomous fangs glistened each time it widened its jaws and I did not want to know what snake poison could do to a werewolf-- especially not after seeing what it did a Lycan. "Shh, you're okay. Arch, what the fuck is this?" Gabe glared at the Elder and this was the first time ever that I heard his name. "This," the Elder reached out his hand and gestured for the snake, "is Kai," It has a name? The Elder's polished shoes shone under the fire and he entwined his fingers showing off a golden signet ring.