With Fei's guidance, Luna had glimpsed a fragment of the High Priest's memories, enough to locate his secret emergency shelter. She pondered why Fei possessed such a hideaway, questioning its intended purpose. Perhaps it was his fallback for times when events in the Vampire Castle took a dire turn. Fei had informed her that the refuge lay thirty feet underground, blanketed by snow.
Now, she stood at the fringes of the Vampyr Realm, miles away from the castles, the territories of other royal vampires, and any semblance of civilization. The landscape was an unyielding flat expanse, offering no clues to her destination. Although tempted to cross the realm's borders, she hesitated, fearing unforeseen repercussions. Her ties to this land were inextricable, bound to the Vampire King and Ravin's blood as his mate and primary sustenance. The risk was too great, the consequences too unpredictable. Her best option was to hide.