*
Death was everywhere. It could be sensed in the air, like a shadow which lingered over Grey-Haven. It could be sensed in their homes, like a prodigal son who had returned for the reckoning. Dark days like this hadn’t been seen in a long time, not since the dark ages when the Cold War was fought between their kind and the vampires from the East.
In this senseless evil, when even the trees began to die and the disease and rot spread into their houses and their hearts, Alpha Clark looked on gloomily.
He had never seen anything like this, and it terrified him to think that he couldn’t do anything to fix it. He had ordered for the ones living around the site where the disease was first sighted to move further away from it, with some of them taking shelter in the manor. Food and medicine
