Myra sat on Cole’s laps as the three major race held something of an emergency meeting, a meeting which was not planned but it was necessary as Caleb, the artistic vampire leader who was not much in the public’s eyes before the betrayal was now pacing around, looking every bit as stressed as he was at first when he was made to leave the shadows and be more hands on about his race.

“I cannot have a mate…” Caleb blurted out and Moe winced visibly.

“No, no. Please I don’t mean it that way. Please don’t take it the wrong way.” Caleb rushed out but it didn’t change the fact...