The Match of Eight

SPECIAL CHAPTER: KLAUS'S POV

The messenger's words echoed in my head like a death knell. Seven vampires. Seven of my best assassins, and they couldn't even scratch the werewolf Alpha or his powerless witch mate. The survivors came back empty-handed, cowering like beaten dogs.

I gripped the crystal decanter so hard it cracked. Wine spilled across the mahogany desk, staining the reports scattered