The Rogues Who Went Rogue
“Oh, you used to call me Pelly, Aunt Ros—Lucy. Aunt Lucy.”
Lucianne couldn’t believe that she felt the warmth of a girl from a woman that was more than a millennium old. Nonetheless, she began, “Pelly, your email sounded urgent. What happened? And how can we help?”
Pellethia’s smile fell in an instant, as did Octavia’s. The warm and welcoming atmosphere from before turned heavy and serious as Pellethia cleared her throat and began, “Aunt Lucy, last night, one of our villages, Falling Vines, was invaded. Every living vampire had been abducted. The scents left in most homes confirmed that lycans and werewolves had been there.”