Damien ran his eyes over the boy who looked very much younger than him. "You're a werewolf?" he asked in disbelief, his eyes going larger than saucers. He had learnt about werewolves during their history lessons and was quite fascinated with them. They were creatures much like vampires with leaping, sprinting and vanishing abilities but they didn't drink blood. They only needed the barest minimum that would last for years just to stop themselves from drying up. Instead of blood, they fed on the flesh of other animals for survival.
Severin and his brother hadn't had a single drop of blood ever since they were cast out of their former homes and so, they were on the verge of drying up.
They were captured as slaves and sent to work for a vampire lord who was crueler than the devil himself. He was a duke who lived far away from Zerathane in an empire where humans were more than vampires and the vampires were in charge.
