The airport was busier than we had expected. There were at least several dozen people going on our flight alone. Several eyed us with a lustful tinge in their eyes, others, the locals, eyed us with fear. They knew what we were. They were waiting for us to attack, to decimate them.

Aurora nudged my side and nodded toward Allegra who was shaking so badly, she was producing a slight hum. It was the first time she'd been out on her own. Out and away from the Volturi, who she became so dependent upon for food and shelter and the fact that we were sitting in an all human airport probably wasn't helping her any.

Flight 611 to St. Petersburg is now boarding in gate 10. A rather robotic calm female voice erupted from the intercom and bounced monotonously off the walls and Allegra was the first to shoot up from hers seat. The eight of us boarded the plane silently. Allegra clenched Luca's hand as the other humans boarded. This is going to be a long ride. I looked to Aurora who nodded.

When the plane touched down, the several moments leading up to seeing him were too slow and dragged on for what felt like eternity. At the current moment, we were collecting our bags. It made me wish I didn't bring even the few things I purchased while we were on the run.

"You'll see him soon." Aurora squeezed my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile.

"It's taking too long." I sighed resting my head on her shoulder as Solomon and Christopher collected the final bags. I felt Aurora smile as her head was rested on my own.

"Have you seen him or talked with him?" I noticed Allegra glanced in our direction then back to Luca.

"Not really." I stopped. "All I—"

"Not now." Aurora stopped me in a hushed tone. "We can talk while we're driving." I glanced at her once. She was acting rather strangely lately. Ever since Allegra joined the party.

"Lets go." Christopher smiled as he handed me my duffelbags. He placed his hand around my shoulders and pulled me close.

We quickly made our way out to the parking lot. I looked to Allegra unsure if she called in a rental and she shrugged in respose. I felt a fast grip on my elbow and someone wheeling me around.

There he was, the feral one. He wore shades even though it was well past dark and his stance was stiff. I felt the tickle of his rabid voice, who are they?

My coven. I thought back wondering if he knew what I was saying. They've come to help.

He tilted his head up a bit, assessing the others then pulling me. Tell them to follow me.

"Follow us." I called back and then I noticed something I didn't before. I could feel his heartbeat.