The night had barely begun. At the dusk of the darkest hour, a man calmly walked into the castles and mansions that each Alpha and Vampire Head resided in. The ones that agreed for Ophelia's body to be shared.
Ophelia had murdered every man present that day. Killorn intended to finish off the ones that weren't.
When Killorn stalked into his first victim's bedroom, he did so with stealth and precision. He had walked these grounds enough times to know where everything was. He remembered the pungent smell of the men in the war councils. He recalled what irked them, what frightened them, and it was none other than the man himself.
"What is the meaning of this?!" the Alpha roared, jutting his finger out in disbelief. From beside him, a naked woman screamed and fled for her life.