Azriel’s voice was gruff with sleep when he answered. “This had better be important, Markus.”
Markus quickly filled in on the situation, and Azriel’s tone turned serious. “Those damn deceiving creatures... Be cautious. And take care of my sister.”
“I will,” Markus promised.
Soon enough, they were boarding the royal helicopter, its blades slicing through the early morning air. The flight was tense, Markus’s mind racing with the implications of the vampire prince’s unexpected visit. Four hours later, they land close to the meeting point at the border between werewolf and vampire territory.
The landing site was a clearing surrounded by dense forest, the trees standing as silent sentinels to the upcoming meeting. As they disembarked, Markus could see the faint outlines of the vampire deleg
