I could see him clearly at this distance. He was a middle-aged man with a thick mustache and cold fish eyes. Like the other witches, he was also dressed in a white robe but with a dark star denoting his rank etched on his shoulder.

“Do not fear the Vampire King,” Guy yelled, darting wild glances at the two dozen shifter corpses piled around Jason. “He’s nothing! He isn’t a tenth of what he used to be. Losing his Bride before he could forge the mating bond with her a century ago ...