Sean's P.O.V
"A war?" I reiterated.
"A war, Prince." She repeated, taking a seat at one of the larger chairs in the room. The Kings and Queens of the different races seemed to crowd around the table where Vestec was seated comfortably. Their ears perked and their interest peeked as her words sunk in.
"A war that has to do with all of us?" the King of Fairies asked, tilting his head in confusion, his wings folded against his back.
"That is what I wanted to ask." The King of Daemons asked, flicking his long back bangs out of his face. "I thought the ones at war were the wolves and the vampires. What do my people have to do with it?" he added briskly, his eyes wary.
"It is a tale as old as time itself; rivalry that ends in tragedy. A trait known even amoung the most pure of humans; C
