Damon's Agitation

Unknown POV

Beneath the pallid glow of the crescent moon, the Vampire King Damon paced the cold marble floors of his ancient castle. A tempest of thoughts swirled within him like an imprisoned storm, the serene façade of his regal stance belying the turmoil that teased and roiled in his eternal mind. His eyes, burning with the embers of midnight fire, were cast out toward the horizon where his ominous encounter with Flameheart still haunted the edge of his consciousness.

Since the clash, one question gnawed at him relentlessly; was Flameheart human, or was he a werewolf? The ease with which Flameheart had maneuvered the confrontation, the feral grace, and the way his eyes held a smoldering ember that seemed both foreign and eerily familiar, all pointed towards a lineage that should not exist. Could it be? Could Flameheart be the progeny of Seraphim and Hesperus, the werewolf royalty that Damon himself had vanquished three decades ago? The very thought set his veins ablaze with a dread