Alaric sat in his room, the events of the previous night still fresh in his mind. The dream—no, the vision—had shaken him to his core. Something was awakening within him, something more powerful than he had ever imagined. He had shared it with his grandmother and mother, but there was someone else who needed to know. His grandfather.
Grandpa Alaric Noctics, the leader of the Dreadlords Clan in Nyxoria, the vampire planet where the power of his bloodline truly originated. If anyone could help him make sense of this new development, it was him. But communication with Nyxoria wasn't simple. It required a special means—one that only those of ancient bloodlines could wield.
