The air inside Valerian’s hut was thick with tension.
The letter lay on the table, its words still echoing in Anastasia’s mind.
Finally, she broke the silence. “Valerian, what exactly is the Centennial Royal Sacrifice?”
Valerian’s expression darkened slightly. He exhaled, leaning against the wooden frame of the hut. “Every hundred years,” he began, “the king must drink the blood of three virgin werewolves—who have just recently undergone their first transformation.”
Anastasia’s stomach twisted with disgust.
Valerian continued, “It’s the only way for him to renew his strength and maintain his place as the most powerful of all vampires.”
Anastasia’s face contorted in revulsion. “Why does the king engage in such an evil, barbaric practice?”
Valerian gave her a solemn look. “Oh, Anastas
