Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
The air crackled with raw power, the wolf king a tempestuous storm ready to burst its banks. Draven's words echoed in my skull, "Your Mayor has taken my mate." Isabella, the woman at the center of the DNA test chaos, now vanished – another piece of the puzzle falling into place, sharp and unwelcome.
A wave of anger slammed into me, laced with a bitter frustration. So, it was like that, was it? The Lycan and Dragon Kings, ever subtle in their manipulations, had used their telepathic connections to their race to orchestrate this. No doubt their loyal minions were even now spiriting Isabella away, leaving me here in the dark, fuming like a fool.
A curse hissed through my clenched teeth. Damn these Kings and their underhanded tactics. It was a grave miscal
