Chapter 32

Edgar moved like a shadow through the desolate outskirts of the city. His boots crunched against the broken pavement as he inhaled the scent of rain-soaked stone—and blood. The scent was fresh, metallic, and unmistakably vampire.

A guttural growl rumbled from the darkness. Edgar turned just as a figure lunged at him from an alley. The vampire’s crimson eyes burned with hunger, its fangs bared in a twisted grin.

Edgar dodged, his claws shooting out with a sickening snikt. He slashed in a brutal arc, his bone claws slicing through flesh. The vampire shrieked, but Edgar didn’t stop—he twisted, driving his knee into the creature’s ribs before impaling it through the chest. The vampire disintegrated into dust.

A whistle from above.

Edgar barely had time to move before a second vampire leapt down from a rooftop, aiming for his throat. He spun, catching the creature mid-air, and slammed it into the ground.

"You're in my way," he muttered, driving his claws through its skull.