FREYA’S POV
I refused to be a pawn in their sinister game, a mere victim of their insidious machinations. The fear that once gripped me was now transformed into a fierce resolve, burning with an intensity that matched the very flames of the underworld. My heart raced not only with the terror of that night but with a conviction to expose and dismantle this ancient vampire order.
With each passing moment, the fragments of my memory crystallized, revealing a sinister pattern. The vampire's eyes, as dark and bottomless as the abyss, held a hint of recognition, a twisted familiarity that now took on a deeper meaning. They were not the eyes of a random predator but the eyes of an agent of chaos, a pawn in a far-reaching game of power and bloodlust.
I knew then that I had stumbled upon a dan
