Trent, the prince kraken shifter, stood tall and imposing, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous desire. His voice boomed through the clearing like thunder, shattering the tense silence that hung heavy in the air.
"I see you've made some interesting associates, Count," Trent said, his gaze never leaving Savannah. "But right now, what I care about is that gemstone. It's time to return to our rightful place as the dominant shifters in this realm."
The count paused, a sly smile playing on his lips as he looked between Savannah and Trent. "Ah, yes, the gemstone you seek. I'm afraid you're too late, my dear Trent. It was taken by one of your own kind. A treacherous rogue kraken who has grown tired of bending to the whims of the kraken council."
Eric narrowed his eyes at the vampire's lie. Had t
