Chapter 58. The Werewolves’ Camp

Keme and Cheveyo teleported just outside the village where their packs camped for the evening.

“I had him, Cheveyo! I had him and he slipped through my fingers.”

Cheveyo palmed Keme’s shoulders.

“We will get them all, Keme. Especially Alec. He’s flirting with power he’s got no business practicing. Why Dracula thought that vampire should become a Dark Arts practitioner is beyond me. Alec is already the most powerful vampire in this world because he was sired by Lilith, the Queen of the Damned. Regardless—he can never mate with a Kersh witch. They would birth a child so powerful, we could never stop them if they were to overpower us.”

“I trust you and your gift, Cheveyo. It’s why I pleaded my case with you to begin with.”

“I understand. But if it weren’t for my visions, I wouldn’t have sided with you. I’ve always respected Zhang. He’s always remained neutral with all the magical races. But on this? He shouldn’t be siding with the vampires. Instead, he should be