The Volakys - the former King's creations, his undead army made out of blood magic, the terror of the Dark Times. These creatures were to the vampires, as the vampires were to the werewolves.
That was what the book Zezi had read some months ago had told her about the Dark Times. She imagined that they were even worse.
Tension settled in the room, fear consumed the air.
"Who told you that?" Laura was the first to snap.
Zezi frowned, rage flooding into her veins. "Is it true, Princess? Is this something your White Circle has been dabbling in and keeping a secret from the rest of us?"
"Don't be ridiculous, pest!" Laura slammed her hands over the table that stood between them. "No one wants to go back to the Dark Times. Why would you even think that we would bring back the Volakys? They were a terror to us."
Zezi arched her an eyebrow.
They were fools if they thought they could play her around.
Bigger fools if they thought she wouldn't notice.
