A mountain spirit, known only for bringing peace, had rested above for centuries, waiting patiently for the vampire king to awaken his powers. Now, she could hardly believe the chaos unleashed by the demon Luci.
It spoke volumes of Draven's powerful bloodline—so potent that Luci could feed on it and create this many mutants.
Louisianna couldn't even fathom how many more were still out there.
"Dear spirit," she whispered, clasping her hands in prayer. "Save Queen Madeline and King Draven."
Madeline had become the light in Draven's tortured heart—and Draven, the keeper of peace. If harm came to either of them, the world would plunge into unending darkness.
"There's so many of them," came Josiah's small voice at her side. "How can we fight that?"
Louisianna turned, startled. For a moment, she'd forgotten the small band of troops that had followed her.
