“State your name and your objective here.” One of the blood generals of the Evergreen clan said, his voice raised.
“I’m Donna, here to meet the high Lord of the Evergreen clan.” Donna confirmed her name even though she was with the messenger. The messenger had already given her the heads up that she would be questioned despite being with him and she must answer all questions asked.
Donna’s footsteps echoed faintly in the narrow corridor of the Gothic castle, each step measured and deliberate, her eyes scanning the dark, looming walls.
It looked nothing like a normal wolf packhouse, this place was by far more scary, “How the f**k do vampires live here.” She asked herself.
She could feel the weight of the place, the centuries of power that had been concentrated here, and a shiver ran
