(Malik)
The crimson moon bled across the cobbled rooftops, painting the alleyways in hues of blood and shadow. My fangs, usually a subtle glint, were bared in a predatory snarl. The air, thick with the scent of fear and anticipation, thrummed with the unspoken dread that hung over the city. The Hunters had declared war.
I felt the tremor of the impending conflict ripple through my very being. This wasn't a skirmish; this was a full blown assault, a declaration of open hostility against our kind. The whispers of their new weapons, these infernal constructs of metal and magic, had reached my ears, chilling me to the bone. They were no longer just hunters; they were a force to be reckoned with.
A wave of cold dread washed over me. Juriel, my mate, my queen, she's pregnant. My unborn child
