Handing the Vampire queen over to the werewolf council for judgment

　　“We are here.” Arian’s voice was hard as he turned to look at the Vampire king who sat comfortably atop his saddle, a nostalgic look on his face, “I am sure that there would be no need to bid you into these walls for you are old enough to summon yourself.”

　　His tone was dripping with sarcasm.

　　“Alas you are wrong. I might be old but not even my maker can enter into a ...