“What are you talking about?” I say as I watch my bride stalk toward the village followed by an ominous army.
“I know this is going to sound crazy,” the old man begins hesitantly, “but I need you to hear me out."
"Just spit it out!" I snap in confusion.
He takes in a sharp breath, and I can tell he doesn't really want to say the next words. "She is a vampire. An incredibly powerful one.”
“A what?” I ask, half in disbelief and half in disgust.
There is no way. It's just not possible.
“She is a vampire. I saw her fangs with my own eyes,” he declares.
I look at him, studying his weathered face for a moment. This old man has a reputation around town, and he just escaped a dungeon. Can I believe a word he’s saying?
“That’s impossible!” I say. “My father was a powerful Alpha wolf, he wou
