VICTORIA

Without waiting for his response, I started running over the rooftops, tiles falling off in patches beneath my feet.

Always keeping a safe distance from the riders.

We stopped on top of a building, and I could finally see where they were headed.

Massive, thick black walls divided this decaying area from another.

I couldn’t see beyond them, but when the huge, oppressive gates opened to let those wolves through, the scent that drifted from the other side was nothing like the stench here.

I spotted a few houses behind those walls—a thriving city nestled inside, protected by high barriers.

While people here were dying in filth, it was obvious life on the other side was good.

The separation was crystal clear—between vampires and werewolves.

What the hell was going on here?

"It looks like they’re handing out food over there," Rousse pointed toward a spot where people were crammed in a never-ending line.

Sure enough, they were giving out scraps of old meat to the vampires, who stare