(Third Person).
Before Brackham could press further, Draven turned and strode toward the car.
The driver opened the door for him, and he paused just long enough to cast one last look at the mayor over his shoulder.
"Take care of your new guest, Mayor Brackham. He's… delicate."
Then Draven entered the vehicle. The car engine rumbled softly before pulling away from the courtyard, its taillights vanishing into the dark streets of Duskmoor.
Brackham stood there for several seconds, unease prickling down his spine as the meaning of Draven's words gnawed at him.
He swallowed hard, trying to dismiss it, but something in the Alpha's tone refused to leave his mind.
And then, from somewhere deep beneath the government house, a muffled, animalistic roar tore through the silence—low, guttural, and seething with fury.
Brackham flinched.
The vampire was awake.
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The drive back to the estate was quiet.
