Terms of Blood

Astrid

The gardens are lovely, except for the body in the middle of the rose bushes.

Cassian stands between me and the dead messenger, who is still clinging to the missive we had tried to send to Alpha King Jaeger.

“We thought we’d introduce ourselves in style,” the half wolf-shifter/half vampire before us grins, finally letting go of the two servants he had by the throat.

“Go.” Cassian waves the