(Malik)
The moon hung suspended in the night sky, casting a silvery light that caressed the shadowy expanse of my dominion. I paced restlessly in the underground chamber that served as my lair, a labyrinth of stone and darkness where secrets were kept and shadows whispered. The air was heavy with tension, charged with the urgency of what needed to be done. My eyes, a deep crimson hue, flickered to the damp stone wall, where the sounds of struggle echoed from the depths of my capture - a hunter, one with the audacity to attack my mate’s high school forcing the werewolves to shift and my mate to fight to protect the humans in their high school.
The hunter, a mere human, thought himself clever, yet he had just unwittingly carved his place in a much larger narrative. As the vampire king, I
