King Andrew's pov.
I am thrilled.
Excitement soars through my body, letting me the passion inside of me. My feet makes a firm stance, as I smirk at the she-wolf before me. Oh, my bad. Rather, a Disembodier. I once read that they are direct descendants from the moon goodness herself, and they have a specific name which I can't quite remember vividly. Though, it's an honour to be fighting one. And I'm about to see what their own curse's powers is. For Vampires, ours is the bending state, or so we want to believe. Well, some say it's the rage, the fury of wanting another's blood, especially humans, which is something that myself tends to believe in as well.
I am standing, opposite from the Disembodier. Her eyes focuses on me, paying no attention to the other weak she-wolf, trying to contai
