Chapter 73: The Cruelty of the World

Nick led the way, his blade gleaming in the firelight. His expression was grim, his mind focused on the task at hand. But beneath the surface, a storm raged. Gerald's words—his accusation—had struck a nerve.

The boy had called them monsters, and Nick wasn't sure he could argue. But he pushed the thought aside. There was no room for doubt, not now.

As they approached a group of vampires feasting on a fallen werewolf, Nick raised his hand, his fingers curling into a claw.

Dark energy crackled around him, the air growing cold. "Enough," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.