Draven knew he was being hunted.
The feeling crept over him like a thick fog, pressing in from all sides. The shadows stretched longer than they should, and every quiet alleyway felt like it held a secret pair of eyes watching his every move.
Good.
Let them come.
He tightened his grip on the dagger beneath his coat, his fingers steady, his heart unshaken.
He had been hunting vampires long enough to know one truth—when backed into a corner, they were at their most dangerous. But so was he.
His father had taught him that. His grandfather, too. The Draven family didn’t fear the dark. They thrived in it.
So, he waited.
Mikhail crouched on the rooftop, his golden eyes fixed on Draven as he walked through the near-empty streets. The hunter moved like a man who knew he was being watched b
