The mist seemed thicker as Christian and Alex neared the main compound, the damp air heavy with the tension of the night. The lights of the estate glowed faintly through the fog, a beacon of safety against the unknown threat lurking beyond the wards. Christian’s mind churned with Alex’s words, each revelation adding weight to his already heavy burden.
“You really believe someone might have access to their blood?” Christian asked, his voice low.
Alex nodded, his gaze steady. “The Tselkalu were hunted to extinction—or so we believe—but their blood, if preserved, could last centuries in the right conditions. There are collectors out there—sorcerers, old bloodlines of werewolves and vampires—who keep relics of ancient power. It’s not impossible.”
Christian’s jaw tightened, his pulse quicken
