Caius's POV
The smell of wolf blood and magic hung heavy in the night air as my carriage approached the Shadowfang territory. I straightened my dark blue jacket, adjusting the silver chain that marked me as Vampire Prince. This visit was definitely not in my father's plans.
"Your Highness, we've reached the border," my driver stated nervously. "The wolves are fighting. Perhaps we should turn back."
I smiled, showing the tips of my fangs. "Where's your sense of adventure, Marcus? The best deals are made during chaos."
The Blood Moon bathed everything in red lighta sight most vampires avoided. But I wasn't most vampires. What the wolves feared, I found interesting.
My guards flanked me as I stepped from the carriage, the old book secured inside my jacket. Ahead, blue flames danced through the trees, marking the Syndicate's magic. And thereat the center of the territorya blinding ruby light pulsed in beat with the moon.
Sienna.
