MARSHALL’S POV
The morning sun cast its golden rays upon the dense foliage as Lucas and I ventured deeper into the woods. The tranquil beauty of nature seemed at odds with the intensity of our mission. We had been trekking since dawn, in search of any clue that could lead us closer to the truth behind the fang.
I had kept a heavy secret from Lucas, one that weighed on my conscience like an anchor. He had no knowledge of the ancient vampire who had intruded upon Freya's house. To him, I was merely a companion on this journey, searching for answers. But the truth was far more complicated.
My involvement with Freya, a vampire hunter-an enemy, had been a dangerous affair. It was a dangerous game of trust and deceit, as I walked a tightrope between two worlds. But Freya's relentless pursuit
