Zayne's POV
The shouting woke me from my endless nightmare.
I shot up from my seat, fangs already showing. Someone was dying in my realm, and they weren't meant to be.
"My lord!" A shadow guard ran into my throne room. "There's been an attack!"
"What kind of attack?" I demanded, already moving toward the noise.
"Hunters, my lord. They found one of our border guards."
I ran through the dark halls of my castle, anger building in my chest. No person had dared enter the Shadow Realm in over three hundred years. Now they thought they could hunt my people?
The shouting got louder as I reached the courtyard. Three of my vampires were on the ground, silver arrows sticking out of their bodies. The metal was burning their flesh, stopping their wounds from healing.
"How many hunters?" I asked, kneeling beside the injured vampires.
"Six," gasped Marcus, one of my best soldiers. "They had... new weapons. Something that hurt worse than regular silver."
