Book 5: Temptress of Elder Hallow
Thirty Years Later
Salem, Massachusetts.
More than a city known for the fanatics who came in search of supernatural adventures, Salem was a place that held history and power within it. A place humans of all kinds flocked to regularly to find solace in something magical and enchanting. Not that I could complain about something like that, I had done the same thing.
The only difference between me and the fanatics…I wasn’t exactly human.
Too many times I ventured out at night in order to sate my hunger, and just like always, I found my victim willingly. It wasn't like I had a choice. It wasn’t who I was, but instead, what I was.
A predator.
A predator constantly hunting, seeking my next fill for desire, which coursed through the veins of any man who crossed my path.
