Viktor
In my 162 years of existence, if there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty, it was that witches were at the top of my problems.
They abhorred the vampire race with vehemence. They considered us abominations of nature, and their blood was as dangerous to us as that of any demon. Witches represented a threat to our existence, just as we vampires were a direct threat to theirs—and for good reason.
The disdain between both species was almost instinctive. A cycle of hatred fed and perpetuated through the centuries.
Vampires and witches had not mixed since the dawn of time.
And Grimwood was no exception to that rule.
A treaty formed between me, my brothers, and the Dyer witches maintained a fragile line of peace between us. They arrived in that land first, even before the f
