Bought by the Feral Billionaire
He looked out at the dark, rolling horizon of the Pacific Ocean.
The water was no longer turquoise. For miles out, the sea was beginning to boil, thick plumes of white steam rising into the night sky as a strange, luminescent blue glow began to emit from the pitch-black depths of the ocean trenches.
The very foundations of the volcanic island began to tremble, a low, seismic rumble shaking the sand beneath their feet.
From the boiling waters, dozens of glowing, alien-blue eyes began to surface, moving toward the shore with unnatural, high-velocity speed. The forgotten, primal ancestors of the supernatural world—the Lycan elders who had slept in the dark trenches for millennia—had just woken