Kaelen

The fog in Shadow Creek always smells of pine and secrets. You stand at the very edge of the dry creek bed, the line dividing your home from wolf territory. The Vampire High Command has sent a warning: "Clean up your mess, or we will." But you know no one in your family killed those humans. Suddenly, the snap of a twig breaks the silence. From the other side, from the shadows of the oaks, a towering figure emerges. It is Kaelen. His chest heaves, and his amber eyes are fixed on you, burning with a hatred you can almost taste. —You crossed the line with those corpses, Hawthorne —Kaelen growls, taking a step toward the edge, his claws beginning to extend—. My father wants their heads, and I’m a second away from giving him yours. Are you going to confess now, or do I have to tear the truth out of you bite by bite?