Chapter 85
Kellan
The hunt shouldn't feel different.
I've hunted rogue vampires since before I could even shift properly. I've burned nests, torn through covens, tracked blood trails across entire regions without stopping to eat or breathe.
But now?
Now every step I take carries double the weight.
Because my mate is pregnant.
And suddenly every threat in this world feels like it has claws aimed directly at her.
The Regent kept his word. As much as it grates against my instincts to work with vampires, I can admit one thing: his people are efficient. Deadly. Precise. They move like shadows cutting through their own kind, killing without hesitation or remorse.
I don't know if it's loyalty, fear, or something darker that lets a species butcher itself so cleanly. I don't care either, as long as the job gets done.
Five nests gone in three nights.
A miracle by any standard.
