Chapter 68: The Helan Family vs. the Morris Family

The castle was the residence of Duke Morris and his direct descendants. Other vampires in town didn't live among humans either; they dwelled on the outskirts of the town or in mountain dwellings. 

For the first time, the crimson motorcycle traversed the winding mountain path. The mountain, known as Twin Peaks, had two towering summits and stood as the highest point north of Rosewood Town. 

The mountain was devoid of any lighting, with serpentine roads and shadowed forest trails. Yet, these were no challenge for Wild Wolf. 

Still, a sense of unease lingered in his heart. Soon, he would face not humans but the Morris family—vampires who had ruled over Rosewood for generations. 

After nearly half an hour, Wild Wolf finally brought his motorcycle to a halt. This was not a place for humans to trespass. 

Before him loomed an ancient black castle, its silhouette framed by a crescent moon perched above its right tower. 

The castle's origins traced back to Duke William Morris XXI, built hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago. Its massive stone walls, entwined with thorny vines and roses, exuded an air of ancient mystery and melancholy. 

At the center of the castle stood a wooden door, above which a crest was carved into the stone. It was the emblem of the Morris family. 

The crest featured a shield, its center dominated by a cross encircled by thorny vines. At the heart of the cross lay a gem, glowing faintly, mirroring the moon in the night sky. 

Opposite the castle, on the adjacent peak, stood an equally ancient black church. A hidden forest path connected the castle to the church, known only to the Morris family and their stewards. 

Wild Wolf's focus remained on the Morris family crest. The design matched perfectly with the one described in the ancient scrolls of his ancestors. 

"Human, you've trespassed into the domain of the Morris family. Leave at once!" 

A melodious yet threatening voice echoed from within the castle. 

Wild Wolf responded gravely, "I am a descendant of the Helan family. I seek an audience with Duke Morris on urgent matters." 

After a pause, the voice replied, "The Duke is not here. What business brings a descendant of the Helan family to our home?" 

Wild Wolf declared, "If the Duke is absent, then send someone who can make decisions!" 

"How insolent…" 

Another voice interrupted, deeper and more commanding. "Sheffield, open the gate. I will meet with the Helan descendant." 

Though it was a man's voice, it was the most captivating sound Wild Wolf had ever heard. 

"Yes, my lord," the first voice responded obediently. 

With a creak, the castle gates swung open. 

Two strikingly handsome men appeared. Both had pale, bloodless complexions. The man on the left stood slightly behind, towering in stature with deep brown hair and amber eyes. 

The man on the right stepped forward, exuding a gentle aura. His hair was soft, like the moonlight above. 

When Wild Wolf's eyes met the silver-haired man's heterochromatic gaze, he immediately understood their roles and the master-servant relationship. 

The royal purple eyes were the hallmark of the Morris family! 

"I am Lestat Morris. Descendant of the Helan family, why have you come here in the dead of night?" Lestat took two steps forward, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on Wild Wolf as he spoke.