Caden tilted his head back and cried out, revealing fangs that bears would even run from in fear.

Edith stood speechless. She tried to talk but her voice refused to be heard. Edith had never believed in the dark stories of old, but there, pacing in front of the fire, was a vampire. Caden ran his hands through his black hair and moaned painfully.

Finally she whispered, “You aren’t a monster to me.”

Edith’s heart pounded like a blacksmith’s hammer on an anvil. ...