Chapter 62. Prophecy Unveiled

GRAYSON

I was positive that I had not processed Zagan’s words accurately.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Perhaps it’s better if you sit, Alpha Grayson,” the girl vampire said. “Your intensity is going to scare your pack members. You need to calm down.”

I snapped my teeth. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

“Easy, everyone,” chided Zagan. “Minnie, come over here.”

The girl joined Zagan and Casimir. Seeing them all together, it occurred to me that they were all part of the royal family. All Mortars.

I was standing in front of Zagan Mortar, king of the vampires; Casimir Mortar, the second-born and head warrior of the clan; and Amelia Mortar, the fourth-born and royal healer. I remembered what Azazel had said about Kyle snooping around in his things before attacking him.

Kyle had known Azazel was planning to wage war on the pack, but thought it was me who was in cahoots with the Clan of Azazel.

Even then, he’d been brave enough to g