WHO IS DRIGO?
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“ARE YOU telling me the right news, Drigo?” Sebastian said to an unknown man. The man’s report immediately caught Sebastian’s interest.
Amado held his breath, trying to hide from his father. He knew that his father’s senses were extraordinary. One wrong move, one wrong breath, and he would be discovered. Good thing wolves were all over the place. With so many scents mixing together, it seemed Sebastian didn’t recognize his son’s presence.
Amado’s father had no idea that he had come to the Philippines a few days ago. He hadn’t told him. It was his way of revolting against his father. Whatever he said or explained, Sebastian wouldn’t listen. That was exactly what happened the last time they talked—before his father sent him to America.
“Yes, my lord. I heard they transferred her to different caves. They are hiding the Black Saint very well. They call her Black Saint because, to them, she is their salvation. What are you planning to do now?” the mysterious man asked.
“But a vampire who can bear a child? That’s ridiculous!” his father answered angrily and slammed his hand on the old table. Obviously, Sebastian couldn’t believe the news. He desperately rubbed his face and shook his head in disbelief. “That’s impossible because…” he whispered, stopping himself as he thought everything through.
The mysterious man remained calm and stood still. “They spread the news throughout the entire vampire clan. They want to protect the Black Saint that much.”
Sebastian cursed. Even the way his father cursed had changed—he now spoke fluently in Filipino. He had easily learned the language in the Philippines. Just like his father, Amado didn’t have a hard time learning it either. He inherited Sebastian’s fast adaptability, extraordinary wit, and sharp memory.
Amado’s mother was a Filipina, while his father was one hundred percent Spanish. His mother used to speak to him in Filipino, and his father learned the language the same way. It became a strong foundation for both of them.
“We need to get and kill that woman. That way, they’ll have no chance of spreading their race,” Sebastian whispered. His voice was filled with angst. He stared down at the table, both hands planted firmly on its surface.
Amado knew his father was thinking. That was his habit whenever he planned a strategy. Sebastian stayed silent for several minutes before speaking again. “Where is she now?”
“I heard she’s in Mt. Sungay. It seems they’re heading to Mt. Gonzales. You need to get that woman. If you don’t kill her, even if you wipe out her race, she can still bear another vampire—without biting anyone to make them the same.”
“Silence!” Sebastian shouted. He angrily grabbed the man’s collar and lifted him off the ground. Amado couldn’t tell if the man was scared. He remained calm, but he didn’t dare try to escape. “I will not let that happen. From this very minute, I will send wolves to hunt her down and kill her. I will see to it that she dies!”
The mysterious man didn’t utter a single word until Sebastian handed him gold. Amado shook his head in disappointment. His father was cunning. He had a new strategy now—he was paying for information.
When the man turned around, Amado finally saw his face. He was a vampire.
Amado was shocked, to say the least. Vampires were vanishing, yet this man still chose to betray his own kind. What the hell was that?
The mysterious man stopped when he reached the area where Amado was hiding. Amado pressed himself deeper into the shadows. His heart beat wildly as the man glanced in his direction.
Amado swallowed hard. He knew the man felt his presence. Still, the man didn’t make a move. He only grinned and kissed the gold in his hand.
Amado clenched his teeth in anger. The man was proud of his betrayal. He had the nerve. And in the blink of an eye, the man disappeared.
Amado sighed and tried to calm himself. But the moment he thought about the mysterious man again, his jaw tightened. He would remember that vampire. Though the man had the same pale complexion as the others, his build was thin—he didn’t even look like he could beat a single warrior.
Amado would never forget him. He would never forget that traitor.
He looked back at his father. Sebastian was now talking to Esmundo. At that moment, Amado made a promise to himself. He would still follow his own plans—the ones he believed were right. He wanted his father to see his reasons. He wanted Sebastian to realize what they would lose if he refused to listen.
Amado knew too much now, and he would use that knowledge to finally get his father’s attention.
Without anyone noticing, Amado slipped away.
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