When The Walls Fall

WIth werewolves finally in control of the crown, Danar doesn't want to lose it and become slaves to the Monarchy once more. With his father dead and people in his city disappearing, he doesn't know what to do. Then he hears from the former Vampire ruler, Josiah and has to decide to trust the person who has the most power to take him down if it means he can save his people.

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The prisoner panted loudly as two of the King's Guards held the man's arms tightly behind his back.
"Let him go," Danar commanded. The guards did as they were told, though reluctantly. "Good evening, you former Highness."
The man chuckled deeply, still gazing at the floor, his hands now supporting him as he coughed. When he had finally caught his breath, the last Vampire King looked up at Danar, a twisted smile on his lips. "And to you, Highness."
Danar gave a quick wave of his hand and the guards moved slightly back, still close enough to stop an attack. Danar wasn't worried. "I never expected to see you again Josiah."
Shakily the vampire, Josiah, stood. "Nor did I expect to let you, yet here we are." Though in clear pain the former King stood tall, his full length towering the werewolf's by at least by at least a foot.
"Do you know who is taking my people?" Danar continued finally.
"They are grey as stone, faster than the vampires, stronger than the wolves, stealthier than the merfolk, and more dangerous than anything you have ever known. With one wrong scratch, they can take down an entire world. They are taking down our world."