Lyra's POV
"Our intelligence confirms it," Alaric stated with cold certainty. "They're employing High Dark Magiks to manufacture vampires through venom and blood transference."
The thought of creating more vampires sent ice through my veins, raising every hair on my arms.
"That's against nature itself," Killian stammered, his voice cracking. "It's vile. Absolutely disgusting—"
"I concur," Alaric interrupted sharply. "However, we cannot eliminate Dark Magiks entirely. Our only option is to combat them directly. Which brings me to my next proposal."
He stepped away from his desk, positioning himself directly before me. His piercing gaze shifted from Killian to Ash, settling there with calculated intensity.
"You will serve as Lyra Cooper's second knight."
"What the hell?" Killian spat. Alaric's head snapped toward the younger Alpha with deadly precision.
