H A I L E Y
The nightclub was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of perfume, alcohol, and something else. Something ancient and predatory. The music was a pulsating beat that vibrated through the floor, a primal rhythm that spoke to the beast within.
We made our way through the crowd, our senses on high alert. We could feel the eyes on us, the curiosity, the suspicion. We were an anomaly here, a pair of werewolves in a den of vampires.
We found Viktor in a secluded booth in the back of the club. He was sitting alone, a glass of dark red liquid in his hand. He looked up as we approached, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.
"Dominic. Hailey," he said, his voice a low, smooth purr. "It feels like centuries."
"Viktor," Dominic replied, his tone cordial but guarded. "Than
