Epilogue: The Vampire Devere

Patrick Devere was excited as he drove through the gates of the Northland Camp. His plan was finally coming to fruition. Anders had the Vasilia, most of the lesser supernaturals were caged or dead, and Nettleston was finally tiring of the little succubus.

Now, he just had to taste her blood to confirm she was what he was looking for. Hundreds of years of waiting, all for this goal. All to make him the ruler of the supernaturals.

A smile spread across his devilishly handsome face. He glanced at the girl in the backseat of his car. One of his most prized captives. A beautiful young fae. Their blood was so sweet and addictive.

Her golden eyes were downcast and her sky blue ha