Chapter 93
Kellan
"I wondered why so many of my children's connections were dying out," a voice says, smooth and amused. "It's thanks to you."
Every wolf around me freezes.
The remaining allied vampires go rigid, fangs bared.
We're too late.
Sneaking through the remains of the Mystral Pack's borders, hoping to catch Watson off guard, has failed.
I follow the voice and step out of the shadows.
And there he is.
Watson.
He stands atop the hill like sunlight is a spotlight created just for him.
Looks are deceiving.
Especially on vampires.
Especially on ones born before written history.
Up close, I can smell it — the ancient rot of his age buried beneath expensive perfume. The scent of old power and newer blood.
Watson smiles when he sees me.
A pleasant, friendly, utterly horrifying smile.
"I must admit, dog ," he says lightly, "I did not expect you to make it here. Not alive, at least."
I force my breathing steady.
