"The witches are taking actions to bring us down," fumed Draven as he walked towards his father in the throne room.
The vampire king frowned, his grey hair falling over his temple, and he didn't brush it off. Behind that grey hair, there was a thin line etched on his temple. "What are you talking about?"
Draven sighed; he had not been in a good relationship with his father ever since he mentioned Sarah. The only one on his side was his mother, who sat at her husband's side, her eyes filled with humility, her dark-greyish hair falling smoothly.
"The witches have begun killing humans and placing the blame on the vampires," informed Draven, ignoring the scowl on his father's face.
"Nonsense," the vampire king fumed, getting up from the throne. His robe swept on the ground as he walked towards Draven. Even the queen had gotten up, panic etched on her face. "We do not harm humans; most give us their blood willingly", added the king.
