Lora and Azriel stepped out of the helicopter, the cool air of the vampire coven brushing against their skin. The coven, hidden deep within a mountain range, was a fortress of ancient stone, its towers and spires blending seamlessly into the rugged landscape. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the ground, adding to the eerie atmosphere that surrounded them.
Layzal, the Vampire Prince, awaited them at the entrance. Tall, with an imposing presence and sharp, aristocratic features, his red eyes glimmered in the dim light as he inclined his head in greeting. His black hair was slicked back, and he wore a dark, elegant suit that matched the somber mood of the situation.
“Luna Lora, Alpha Azriel,” Layzal greeted them with a deep, respectful bow. “Your presence here is mo
