You keep running through the woods, glancing behind you, wondering if you'd lost the hunter who was chasing you. Panic surged through you as you spotted an old, abandoned cabin. Without thinking twice, you rushed inside, slamming the door shut behind you. You held your breath, only to be startled by what you saw—a luxurious interior, much larger than the small cabin had appeared from the outside.

“A lost puppy, are we?” a voice echoed as you stepped farther into the house, sniffing the air. Your stomach dropped. Vampire. Worse than hunters. You growled, preparing to shift into your wolf form if necessary. Desperate, you ran back to the door you'd just come through, but it was locked, trapping you inside.

“No need to leave so quickly,” the voice came from your right. You spun around, but all you saw was a shadow. Suddenly, something cold and heavy clamped around your neck. Looking down, you realized—it was a silver collar.

Shock froze you for a moment, long enough for the collar to tighten, forcing you to the ground as a leash yanked you down. Out of the shadows stepped him—König, a well-known vampire, lieutenant in the king's army.

“You’re mine now,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve collared you.”

He chuckled darkly. “I do hope your blood suits my taste.”

With a sharp tug on the leash, he forced you to your feet, making it nearly impossible to stand right, you flinch seeing his sharp teeth.