Since the dawn of time it was always one clan against one pack. They were always rivals and enemies; it was never written any other way.

The alpha of the silver pack had one mission in the world and that was to eliminate the rising clan of vampires.

1498 A.D.

“Your highness we are under attack, what shall we do?”

“Evacuate the younglings and women. Tell the men to fight and protect them.”

“Sire? Why not have everyone flee?”

“Because we need to give them a chance to start anew and a chance to survive”

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“Leave no crypt unturned, find him, he is hiding somewhere.”

The great alpha of the silver pack was searching for the kind of the vampire clan, he wanted to end their blood line and that would be achieved with the ending of the king.

“Sir it appears that there is nobody here. What shall we do?”

Before the alpha could answer he caught the scent of the king

“Looking for me you dirty mutt?” King Konor hissed

Alpha Brax let out a growl “i knew i smelled decaying flesh”

The king's general lunged at the beta pinning him to the wall “ what is wrong mutt not sure how to fight?”

Alpha brax let out a vicious growl, “ let him go or i'll rip out your throat out”

“This story again? Don't you have any fairy tales in your sack of knowledge father?”

“Oh odessa, you know the best stories are that of our history isn't that right my little blood orange.”

“Well father, it's time for this little one to go to bed.”

“Come the time to brush our teeth and go to sleep, tell your grandfather goodnight.”

“Goodnight celeste.” “Goodnight my papa.” “Odessa, once she is in bed please meet me in my chambers we must talk.”