"So here is my identity revealed," the vampire replied graciously. However, the old man's hostile attitude remained unchanged. And yet, François had been delighted to go hunting this morning. For once in a long time, the Order of Hunters had not received any alerts, and he thought he'd be able to bring home some game for dinner. The world of the supernatural seemed to have taken a vacation and also seemed to have decided to leave humans alone. François, though no longer head of the branch of the Order deployed in this part of France, remained vigilant and alert to the slightest suspicious movement. When he realized that his old bones would no longer allow him to lead the fight against the forces of evil, he decided of his own accord to put an end to his high office. During a mission, he had been poisoned by a thousand-year-old dryad, and every day since, he had felt his blood harden a little more like sap drying up on the trunk of a tree that had just been bled dry. N
Augustin finally arrived at the wood. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He took off his coat, folded it, and let it hang over his arm. Then he began to walk, keeping his eyelids closed. With every step, the vampire knew he was getting closer to his adopted daughter. It had been ages since he'd seen her in person. And yet, every cell in his body was now telling him where he could find her. That was the peculiarity of vampire families. Whenever a vampire sharing the same blood entered another's territory, the latter immediately knew that one of his own was coming to meet him. Among other things, this prevented a rude welcome and, above all, ensured that his arrival was announced in the proper manner. Augustin slowly opened his eyes again. As his gaze fell on the path before him, he bit his thumb, piercing the alabaster skin to extract a drop of blood. As soon as the red bead had formed on the pad of his finger, it stretched and rose to take on the appearanc
Bianca half-choked when she realized what she'd just done. Acting only on instinct, she opened the door wide before her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. She'd expected to see an older man and ended up with a fashion plate worthy of making the front page of the most prominent magazines. Augustin, for his part, was startled to find the door slammed in his face. He couldn't say why, but the moment this stranger had opened the door again, her perfume had filled his lungs like a gentle breeze in a lavender field. And now that she'd opened the door again, he couldn't help thinking that he found her absolutely charming. She perfectly matched everything he wanted in a worthy beloved. For one thing, she was brunette, even though Augustin had discovered a new passion for women with straight black hair during his stay in Japan. Secondly, he was absolutely fascinated by her big, caramel-colored eyes, a favorite treat among his family. Finally, she had a mischievous air that made the vampi
Augustin only had to follow the sound of voices to reach the half-open bedroom door. A cushion lay just outside the doorway, and he had only to bend down to pick it up and tuck it under his elbow. Then he knocked gently on the doorframe and had to use all his self-control not to run to his adopted daughter's side. He knew she was suffering, which was enough to alarm him. But now, seeing her so pale and with dark circles around her eyes, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had just been poured over his head. Emmanuelle was in bed, leaning against a pile of cushions. She was covered by a thick, soft yellow blanket with lavender motifs painted on it. Next to her, on her bedside table, was a porcelain basin of water, with a cloth hanging from it, still damp from its last use. When Emmanuelle's eyes fell on him, Augustin felt a lump in his throat. As a result, he rushed towards her as soon as she reached out her hand. He had almost fallen to his knees, too worried to see her so weak wh
Emmanuelle froze and stared at him. Augustin had an annoying tendency to use long, complicated sentences, but in this case, he'd gone straight to the point.She was far too shocked by what he had just revealed and laughed embarrassedly. "What are you talking about, Augustin?" she asked, her voice trembling. The ancient vampire heaved a sigh and closed the bedroom door as gently as he could. As things stood, he knew it was impossible to carry on a civilized conversation with her. They were both far too emotional, but he couldn't decently leave her alone after such a revelation. "I do not see how I could be any clearer, Emmanuelle," he replied, glaring at her. Emmanuelle shuddered. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't lying to her. In any case, Augustin would never have lied to her, especially not about a possible pregnancy. The birth of a vampire child was far too exceptional for him to joke about. The young blonde woman trembled and put her hands in front of her. She had almo
The patriarch was furious and knew it would be best for him to withdraw quickly, or he'd risk tarnishing his relationship with his adopted daughter forever. He could hear her whim to drink only the blood of her beloved. But it was inconceivable to him that she would continue to be stubborn when she knew what was at stake. "More than two millennia, and you still have not understood that what is important to you is not necessarily important to others," Augustin murmured, looking out. He sighed deeply, trying to chase away his frustration, but without succeeding. The comforting scent of coffee guided Augustin into the kitchen.Once inside the room's large entrance frame, the ancient vampire stopped dead in his tracks and took a moment to gaze at the human in front of him. Bianca was arranging two empty cups on a wooden tray. She moved around easily, opening and closing cupboards to grab sugar, milk, cookies, and chocolates without realizing someone had just joined her in the kitchen.
Bianca put on the most neutral expression she could muster and finished drying her hands. Then she joined Emmanuelle and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I'll take the accounting documents and be on my way. Call me if you need anything... and above all, get some rest. It would be best if you weren't up," the young brunette told her best friend. Emmanuelle simply nodded in the affirmative. She glanced back, waiting to hear the sound of the front door closing. Augustin, for his part, had not moved and was twirling his coffee cup with the fingertips of his right hand. He was deep in thought, and Emmanuelle's presence had brought him back to all his preoccupations. Besides, he didn't need to talk anymore. Again, he knew that if Emmanuelle had come to join him, it was because she had finally accepted the truth about his slow recovery. It had always been this way between them: whenever he reprimanded her, he had to give her a moment before she came back to him. The second Bianca was out of t
The medical team in charge of monitoring Red Moon Alpha was on the warpath. Doctors and nurses were running around trying to revive their pack leader as quickly as possible. One nurse had started standard cardiopulmonary resuscitation in waiting for the defibrillator to be set up while his colleagues were busy getting emergency care up and running. Jason, the pack's healer, knew that at this stage, his healing gift would be of no use. He had positioned himself in front of the feet of his Alpha's body and put his hands forward to try and make direct contact with the big red wolf. His eyes had gone completely white as his own wolf cried in his mind, looking for an answer from his pack leader. This was the difference between a doctor and a healer. Where the medical profession relied on science and research, healers served as amplifiers for the wolves sharing their hosts' souls. The mere presence of a healer accelerated the healing process of an injured werewolf. But at that very mo