Leonardo moved silently across the rooftop of the werewolf castle. The moon cast a pale glow, illuminating the stone walls and casting long, eerie shadows where he crouched low. His lithe figure was shrouded in the night, camouflaged within the shadow as his red eyes glowed in waiting.
For the past week, he'd waiting for the stranger from nights ago to reappear.
By day, he went into town, doing some surveying—after all, he was still the vampire king and needed to know the werewolf terrain in case of a war outbreak. Just because he was playing house with Logan didn't mean that they were buddies.
All the while, he'd missed the edge, his sharp eyes catching a movement below. A figure cloaked in dark fabric slipped cautiously into a secret passage hidden beneath the cobblestone courtyard.
