Neon was bound tightly in heavy silver wires that burned into his skin, making him hiss in pain. The vampires, now acting as guards for Lord Frederick, dragged him like a dog across the grass back toward the mansion.
The news traveled fast through the mind link. By the time they reached the courtyard, every member of the pack who could still stand had gathered. They looked at the man with the scarred, unfamiliar face in total shock.
Lennox stepped onto the stone stairs, his voice booming so everyone could hear. "Pack members! Look at this man! For ten years, we believed our father had turned into a monster. But the truth is far worse. This man is Neon. He murdered our father, King Damon, ten years ago. With the help of a witch and our mother, who betrayed us, he stole our father's face and his scent."
A loud gasp went through the crowd. Some people began to cry, while others growled in fury.
