Marked by My Fiancé's Brother
An Omega brings refreshments and retreats quickly, sensing the pressure building in the room.
"Harvey, we're not here to accuse you." Marcus's tone drops into something soft, almost fatherly. "But it's a strange coincidence: at the same stretch of border, humans are disappearing, and werewolves are being drained dry by vampires. To me, it looks like someone is turning vampires — building an army. The question is: why at your borders?"
"I'd like to know that myself. But what do you mean, "turning"? Vampires are born, not made." I frown, not fully grasping his words. Vampires multiply the same way humans and we do — by breeding and bearing offspring.