The vampire’s voice was like ice, sharp and cutting through the early morning air. It stood tall, almost regal in its stance, as though it knew it was in control of this moment. The pack tensed, their hackles raised, ready to attack at any sign of threat. But the vampire didn’t move, merely watching me with an unsettling calm.
Kieran stepped forward, placing himself between me and the intruder, his posture radiating alpha dominance. “You have five seconds to explain why you’re here before I tear your throat out.”
The vampire smirked, unfazed by Kieran’s threat. “Always so dramatic, wolves. I’m not here to fight… yet.” It took a slow, deliberate step toward us, and the pack growled in unison, forming a protective barrier. “I’m here for the princess. She and I have unfinished business.”
