Caius's POV
I arrived at the Shadowfang area with perfect timing. The moon was rising, chaos was brewing, and alliances were about to change. Just as I'd planned.
Twenty of my best vampire warriors flanked me as we approached the main gates. I'd dressed for the event in formal Vampire Court attire - midnight blue robes with silver trim that marked me as royalty.
"Remember," I told my soldiers, "we're here under the diplomatic banner. No killing unless I command it."
The wolves at the gate bared their teeth when they caught our smell. Vampires on werewolf land during a full moon? Unheard of. Yet they couldn't deny entry to a royal foreign envoy. Those were the old laws. "Prince Caius Blackthorne requests audience with Alpha Kieran," I announced, letting my voice carry the weight of centuries.
The guards traded nervous glances. "The Alpha is... indisposed."
I smiled, showing just a hint of fang. "Then I'll speak with whoever is in charge."
