The atmosphere resonated with growls as Alpha Ronald Riddle made his entrance into the Sunshade Clan. His curiosity had been piqued upon receiving word that Harold Harris sought an audience with him.
Recognizing the potential significance of the summons, he wasted no time in responding.
The pervasive scent of blood, omnipresent in the air, caused him to wrinkle his nose in evident distaste. Around him, the vampires assumed aggressive stances, growling and snarling in response to his arrival.
Accompanied by a handful of his warriors, Ronald was led to Harold’s office, the anticipation palpable. Seated in his chair, Harold, expecting the Alpha’s visit, relaxed and greeted him with a smirk, “Alpha Ronald Riddle, I’m delighted to welcome you once again to my humble abode.”
“It reeks,” Ron
