Vale's POV
The shadows outside the cabin started taking shape, and they definitely weren't human.
I backed away from the window as creatures that looked like living nightmares crawled out of the darkness. They had too many teeth, too many claws, and eyes that glowed like hot coals.
"What are those things?" I whispered.
"Shadow demons," my father answered weakly. "Vincent must have made a deal with something very old and very evil."
Dante positioned himself between me and the window, his wolf instincts on high alert. "They can't come inside without an invitation."
"That's vampires," I said. "These are something else."
As if to prove my point, one of the creatures reached a clawed hand through the broken window. Its fingers were smoking where they touched the wooden frame, but it didn't seem to care about the pain.
"Actually," Vincent's voice called from outside, "they can go anywhere I tell them to go."
The creature's hand stopped moving. Like it was waiting for permission.
