Declan's brow tightened. "Go on."
"My grandmother wanted peace, worked toward developing a better world. But my mother's mind was twisted in those early days. She demolished and destroyed anything civil and created what was the first of our soldiers with Luthur and her equally warped brother."
"Rayn." Declan growled the vampire's name. The very one who had attacked and almost killed his mother that night, his father had saved her. Turned her.
"Yes. When she banished Rayn from the horde, Luthur dug his claws into her. She hasn't been the same since." A small sigh deflated her lungs. "He's cut from the same cloth as Rayn, although he's better at hiding his maniacal genes. I don't think she knew until it was too late."
Declan rested his chin on her head, running his hands up and down the
