Any Questions about Vampires?

“A vampire!?” one of the Altered Hunters shouted.

The tension inside the Wolf’s Pool Club immediately shifted. More hunters had arrived, survivors from the chaos in Ruin City. Among them was Saiber, who had gotten word about the meeting location. Several agents who had escaped alongside Joy were also present.

Not all of them had seen what Edvard had done firsthand, but they had certainly felt it. The force. The destruction. The unexplainable surge of power from far off in the distance.

“Next, you’re going to tell us we were fighting Werewolves instead of Altered,” Saiber muttered, arms crossed.

His voice was laced with bitter sarcasm, but the room’s reaction said enough. Several faces turned away. Eyes dropped to the floor. A silence swept over the Howlers as they avoided eye contact with the hunters.