A dark grey wolf darted through the heart of the forest, his paws pounding against the earth. The scent of vampires hung in the air, strongest near the waterfall. He quickened his pace, determined to catch the bloodsucker before it slipped away.
He reached the riverside, where the water rushed towards the falls. On the opposite bank stood the vampire, grinning smugly, fangs on full display.
“You’re a stubborn one, McKirby. This isn’t their territory anymore,” the vampire called out.
The dark grey wolf shifted into his human form, standing tall and composed despite the fury burning in his eyes. He clenched his fists, barely restraining himself.
“It’s my job, Ancel. You broke the Idris Covenant. Mikael just needs proof—and I’m here to get it. A werewolf was killed. That’s all the reason
