Caleb

For a long time, I thought patrolling was boring. Now it has become my norm, as night after night, I make sure my territory is safe from any threats. Not being able to sleep because of the nightmares that plague me day and night, I try to keep myself active, not wanting to go crazy with the memories from the past.

I pass a place in my territory that only I and a few others know and stop. Tonight is not like any other. Tonight is one of those times when I become a monster. For the next few hours, I will be Caleb Black, the most feared rogue in Romania.

Twigs snap behind me. “You are late,” I say to Yavor, a bounty hunter vampire—one of the few vampires I tolerate.

“Finding your next victim was not as easy as the other Omegas you asked me to find for you,” Yavor complains as he drags after him a female.

Her hands are bound with silver shackles, a chain attached to them. A gag is in her mouth, preventing her from talking or screaming for help. Like someone will come to her rescue.

I snor