Enemy Territory

A vampire. What was he doing here in Ironclaw?!

Vampires and werewolves were like water and oil― the two species had been enemies since the dawn of time. It was rare enough for individual werewolves to work with vampires, much less an entire pack! Petral definitely had to be a guest of Ironclaw to be able to walk around freely like that.

"Harper?" Elijah called out, pulling me out of my stupor. I turned at his voice, my breath still clogged in my throat as he came over, looking at me worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"A… A…" I cast a glance at our guide, who had stopped in her tracks to wait for me. I couldn't discern the look on her face but I knew this wasn't something she needed to hear.

Thus, I turned to look back at where I last saw Petral. Alas, the corridor was empty. He was gone.