FREYA'S POV
The weight of unfulfilled vengeance pressed upon me as I sat alone, a detective haunted by the specter of an unsolved case. The investigation into my father's murder had hit a roadblock, a realization that cut through the quietude of my house. I had not succeeded yet, and that fact gnawed at my determination.
The evidence I'd gathered seemed to mock me from the cluttered desk, whispering of a justice still eluding my grasp. Every lead had been pursued, every angle explored, and yet the elusive truth remained just beyond my reach. The killer, like a shadowy phantom, slipped through my investigative fingers.
But it wasn't just the dead ends of my quest that troubled my thoughts. A new awareness had dawned on me — a realization that there were vampire breeds beyond my previous
