Xavier's breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the Forbidden City, his dreadlocks whipping behind him.
His entire world had shattered in a single moment...his blood, the very essence of his existence, had been declared a curse.
Marcus Kilgore had hunted him across continents, determined to drain him dry and end the supernatural world as they knew it. But Xavier refused to be a pawn in anyone's game.
He had barely made it into the city when he felt it; a pull so strong it nearly knocked him off his feet.
His fangs ached, his body trembled, and an unfamiliar heat coursed through his veins. He growled, forcing himself forward then he saw him.
A towering figure stood in his path, red eyes locked onto him with an intensity that sent shivers down Xavier's spine.
The man exuded raw power, dominance, and something far more dangerous, claim.