KYLE

I looked down at Elijah sleeping soundlessly on my chest.

I had joined him in bed about an hour ago but hadn't been able to close my eyes once. I’d been up all night trying to figure out a plan to contact Zagan Mortar, the vampire king, in order to tell him of the upcoming war that would kill us both.

Getting in touch with the Mortars was not easy.

Their kingdom was hidden away by dark magic, only accessible by pureblood vampires, a person born a vampire instead of being turned. No werewolf had ever set foot in the royal kingdom—it was hidden too well.

The only way...