CALEB STARED at the silver dagger in his hands, his makeshift wooden target over a hundred feet ahead. He exhaled, focusing on the target, his eyes narrowing in a serious glare.
From his side, his uncle Cervano was pacing calmly, watching him complete his last task for that day. One thousand dagger throws, and every single one of those must hit the center of the target—that was his last quest for today.
Uncle Cervano had not officially stated if it was the training that vampire hunters like him go through in order to start hunting for those murderous blood beings. But he never said otherwise so he had already convinced himself that this was it. And he was taking it seriously.
Over the last few days, the routine his uncle had imposed on him was much strenuous than the usual activities
