ALUCARD
I stood at the door, watching them. Elton, Doreen, Wendell, and Natalia moved around the mansion, cleaning, scrubbing, pretending to fit in. It wasn’t just the sight of them that troubled me—it was the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I had allowed them inside the pack’s territory, allowed them to walk freely in our home. Even though they were just humans, there was something unsettling about them. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
The more I observed them, the more the sense of discomfort grew. There was a disconnect between their appearance and their behavior. They moved like people who didn’t belong, yet they had somehow found their way into the mansion, into our lives. The scent of smoke still lingered in the air from earlier, when they had foolishly lit
