Chapter 147: A Struggle for Control

Caitlin's heart raced wildly as Kendalf’s words echoed in her ears: "Go to the ground." The very idea of being buried alive sent her into a panic. Desperation seized her, and she pushed against Zendedari’s solid chest, trying to escape. Her mind filled with terrifying images of the earth swallowing them, darkness closing in around her. The instinct to flee surged through her veins, but it was futile. Zendedari’s grip was unyielding as he caught both of her wrists, pinning her firmly to the bed. “Don’t fight me, Caitlin,” his voice whispered into her thoughts, calm yet filled with an undeniable command. “There is no victory in this.” Zendedari struggled internally, torn between his deep connection to Caitlin and the animalistic force threatening to consume him. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her terror palpable. She wasn’t just afraid of him—she feared what he represented: the loss of her autonomy, the terrifying myths of vampires preying on humans, and the horrifying reali