The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting silvery light over the barren cliffs of the deserted isle. Wind howled through the night, carrying the whispers of something… no, someone approaching.
The only sounds were the occasional flutter of wings and the soft rustle of wind brushing against scorched grass. Every candidate in the vicinity, whether vampire or human, held their breath. The tension in the air was razor-sharp—like a storm waiting to explode.
A tension unlike anything before crept into the air, and the temperature seemed to drop as shadows stirred unnaturally. Then—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A hush swept through the area as the shadows themselves seemed to shiver.
And then—
