Corleone had lived for years without the love of his parents. A feral child with no elders to guide him. The young hybrid bathed in blood nightly. Always with a toothy grin on his blood-stained face. He rejoiced in his bloodlust. Reveling in the fear of the humans. With no one stronger to bring him to a heel. Corleone sat on a throne of bones and blood.
Humans were on the verge of extinction. Fear guided their actions. Those who had family members as bastard shifters called upon them. The shifters wanted to end his bloody reign. Together, setting traps to capture the youngling. Corleone was far too intelligent to be captured by their games.
It took another vampire clan to uncover the plot against their young liege. Much begging and pleading went into their reaction. After the third attem
