The village gates creaked open.
An unnatural silence settled over Ashwood as hundreds of vampires marched through the entrance in perfect formation. Their black armor reflected the moonlight, and crimson capes swayed behind them like waves of blood. Not one of them spoke.
At their center rode a magnificent black stallion. its eyes burned crimson. Its hooves left no sound upon the earth.
The rider sat tall upon the saddle, dressed in a long obsidian coat embroidered with silver thread. His silver-white hair rested neatly on his shoulders, while a black crown forged from enchanted metal rested upon his head.
His crimson eyes surveyed the village without emotion. King Valerius Draven. The Vampire King. Even the wind seemed to stop in his presence. Alpha Darius stood at the front of Ashwoo
