The joyous music echoing from the city square outside suddenly sounded like a mockery.Dante placed the black envelope on his mahogany desk. His warm golden eyes turned cold and dangerous, the cold eyes of the Mad King.He didn't panic, but his Alpha pheromones hung in the air like a suffocating fog."Liam," Dante’s voice was deadly soft. "Close the Capital. Lock down the perimeter. No one comes in, no one goes out. Double the guards on the gates, the palace doors, the nursery.""Yes, Alpha," Liam replied, heading for the door."No," Dante added, clenching his jaw. "Order the men to keep their Moon-steel swords drawn, but tell them… we don't know if our weapons will even be effective against this foe. Silver burns wolves. Moon-steel breaks silver. But vampires…""They are a myth," Liam said, reading the letter. "They are supposed to be ghost stories we tell pups to keep them from roaming in the woods at night.""They are not a myth anymore," I replied, looking at my son. "Liam, start
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