Kyra Trublood is falling for Cayden Hartman, until one day everything changes when a new boy Ryder comes and Interferes. Cayden realizes his feelings for Kyra, but it may be too late. Kyra falls for Ryder. Ryder trys to frame Cayden and try's to get him killed by his Vampire friend, Kyra, herrrself. But can Krya stop herself before she makes the biggest mistake of her life?
Kyra stood in the cafeteria of Newmans Highschool. Ever since Cayden had come back he'd seemed to ignore her more than ever.
What's wrong with me? Kyra thought.
Cayden was the kind of guy that leads girls, then truly confesses his feelings. But something was off about him today. It was the way he walked in, and the way his skin hit the lighting. It was only something a vampire would realize.
Kyra then noticed the crestent shaped scar on his throught.
"Dammit." She muttered. Now she knew. Cayden was bitten, bitten by wolves
Kyra went over to the library, she always seemed at ease there. This time it was different.
Everyone knows that vampires shouldn't be klutzy, but she tripped over the rug on her way in.
Kyra could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” the boy murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Kyra scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura—very appropriate for a guardian angel, Kyra thought as she pushed away some messy strands of red hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.” She lied. Those shelves couldn't kill her, they could only if it pierced her heart.
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old school that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am—careful, I mean—but... I was so happy to...to... find this book…” Kyra grabbed the first book she saw and hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing brown gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Kyra. “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
The word Kyra wanted to use was stuck in her throat. This boy was like an angel, he moved with grace, and he was handsome. At that moment the word came to her.
Vampire. But where is his Mark of a Thousand Bloods? It's usually on the back of every vampire's hand.