Tristan glared at the dark empty cell around him. It was not really a surprise he has ended up here.
A vampire.
In a wolf pack.
It was just asking for trouble.
The two species had been at war with each other for centuries.
Sure some of the younger members of the species were moving forward and perhaps didn't hate each other as much, but the hate would always remained.
It was ingrained into them from a young age.
The cell was dark, dank and smelled like mould. He was in the furthest one from the stairs and obviously because he was underground there were no windows, which wasn't an issue as he could see amazingly well in the dark, plus it protected him from the burning rays of the sun.
From what he had seen he was the only one down here, which he wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
