POV: Nixie
The door didn’t just c***k open, it exploded.
Stone shards and obsidian splinters whirled like shrapnel as the Nightborn smashed through, their silhouettes framed in red mist and firelight; their eyes burned a feverish crimson, their bodies writhing with a dark hunger beyond blood.
The Nightborn Alpha stood at the forefront, tall and lean, his face a twisted echo of what was once humanoid. His voice came as a hiss, like wind rasping over bones.
“Nixie. You bear the moon’s blessing—and now. the stain of vampire blood.” His grin was a rip of shadow. “You have become the perfect vessel.”
Hunter leapt before he had completed the sentence.
His claws were already out, his fangs bared, his golden eyes blazing like molten suns. He moved faster than thought—slicing, ripping. Three
