The vampire’s voice was smooth, almost seductive, like velvet draped over steel. He stepped closer, the moonlight glinting off his sharp, calculating eyes. I tensed, instinctively pressing closer to Kieran, but the vampire’s presence filled the clearing, his aura dark and overwhelming. This wasn’t just any vampire; he was someone powerful, someone who radiated danger with every step he took.
Kieran’s growl vibrated in his chest, a low, threatening sound that would have sent anyone else running. But this vampire wasn’t fazed. He simply stood there, watching us with a twisted kind of amusement, his lips curving into a smug smile.
“Stay back,” Kieran warned, his voice laced with fury. “You don’t belong here.”
The vampire chuckled, his gaze flickering between Kieran and me, as if sizing us
