Draven.
His excitement was palpable now—this wasn't just a victory to him, but a statement.
A declaration to the Council of Elders that the threat was no longer theoretical.
I raised a hand slightly.
The guard beside the jeep received the cue and unzipped the first body bag with careful precision.
A cold, chemical-preserved scent hit the air instantly—faint, but sharp. I could feel the quiet recoil in the guards behind us, though no one flinched visibly.
Inside the bag, pale skin stretched over hollowed bones and sunken eyes.
The vampire's body was unmarred except for the puncture wound clean through the heart.
"Excellent," my father murmured. "This… this will open their eyes."
I watched him silently, noting the way his shoulders seemed lighter than usual.
Bringing these corpses was more than strategic—it was personal. And he wasn't going to waste a single moment of it.
