CHAPTER 93
A Century Ago
Aaron carved his way through the battlefield with his claws. Every step he took ended the life of a foe and brought him closer to Mavira, the Vrykolakas king. The leader of the blood suckers, the heart of evil and corruption, the rot behind the throne. He sustained numerous injuries and his body screamed with torn muscles and broken ribs, but he didn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
Not with his mate, Irene fighting behind him.
Not with the rage burning in his heart and his people watching.
Not with the weight of centuries pressing on his spine.
He leapt over a burning barricade and slammed his shoulder into a shrieking creature, cracking its jaw with his elbow before driving his claws into its heart. Another came, he cleaved it in two with a single stroke. The circle
