Draven.
The next morning, the scent of roasted meat and freshly brewed coffee lingered, but it didn’t bring the usual calm.
Since the vampires were already out for blood and revenge, I was expecting that the attack yesterday was just the beginning, still, I couldn’t help wanting to know everything that was happening out there.
So, I instructed one of the servants to turn on the television and tune straight in to the Duskmoor morning news. "Turn on the television."
"Yes, Alpha," she replied and hurried toward the set mounted near the far wall.
By the time the screen flickered to life. Meredith was already pouring herself some tea. Dennis and Jeffery sat opposite her, their plates half-filled.
At the same time, the news anchor’s urgent and heavy voice cut through the silence.
"Breaking news. Reports confirm that between the early hours of one and two a.m. yesterday, the same unidentified creatures from the attack earlier yesterday attacked a private hospital on the west side of Duskmoor. Dozens are confirmed dead, and several others remain missing. The hospital’s east wing was destroyed, along with high-value medical equipment." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The screen shifted to clips showing rubble, smoke, and flashing emergency lights—scenes of human chaos.
"The Mayor’s office and central command have yet to release an official statement," the anchor continued. "Citizens are urged to remain indoors and comply with the ongoing state of emergency until further notice."
The sound of her voice faded under the quiet tension that spread across the table.
Dennis leaned back in his chair, tearing a piece of bread and tossing it into his mouth with a dry chuckle.
"Well," he said, his tone laced with amusement, "it looks like the vampires are on a wild rampage now. Guess they are not stopping till they wipe out the entire human race."
Jeffery gave him a sharp look but didn’t speak. Meredith kept her gaze on the screen, her expression unreadable.
I didn’t respond right away. My eyes lingered on the footage—the broken windows, the blood, the sirens. Then, slowly, I reached for my cup and took a sip of coffee.
Brackham has finally met a situation beyond his control. I bet he has never met or had an altercation with an enemy like the vampires.
I set my cup down, the faint clink echoing through the quiet hall.
"It seems," I said, my gaze still fixed on the images flashing across the screen, "that Brackham underestimated the wrath of the vampires."
No one spoke. Even the servants slowed their movements, sensing the shift in my tone.
I leaned back slightly, folding my hands together.
"And soon," I continued, "he will experience the wrath of the werewolves, too."
Dennis grinned, the kind of grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"Well, speaking of wrath," he said, "Father called last night. He wanted an update about what’s happening here in Duskmoor."
I turned my head toward him. "And what did you tell him?"
"Just that the humans are panicking, the vampires are restless, and everything is... under control," Dennis said, a trace of mischief in his voice. "He didn’t sound convinced, but I gave him nothing else."
"Coward," Rhovan growled. "If he doesn’t have the spine to call you himself, then he doesn’t deserve our attention."
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