Page 1 of The Vampire's Storm

PROLOGUE

Jesus Christ. Brayden Moretti clenched his already closed eyes as pain sliced through his head.

Pain?

He rubbed his forehead as his eyes blinked open and the sounds around him came rushing back to his consciousness like a freight train.

“Fuck! Is he awake?” He heard a male yell.

Blink.

Blink.

“Jesus, Ari. How the hell are they awake so soon?” Another male—wait, was that Darnell?

“Captain! Brayden! Are you okay?” Darnell yelled above him.

His eyes began to clear, and he turned his head. Around him lay the bodies of his warriors.

Craig.

Kurt.

Marcus

Logan.

Ben.

He’d also heard Ari’s name.

Fuck.

Brayden sat abruptly and took in more of the fucking mess around him. A few feet away Ari began to sit up.

Dozens of vampires began spilling onto the front lawn of the Moretti castle in Maine, where they were currently living in the United States.

“Jesus.” Brayden rubbed his forehead again, slowly getting his bearings.

What am I forgetting?

Something clogged the wheels of his brain.

Think!

An urgency was pushing him to remember.

His eyes lifted to Darnell who was leaning down and talking to him while other vampires were running around yelling.

“... the princess—”

Brayden nodded. He was the Moretti prince. A vampire.

Why can’t I think straight?

Brayden shook his head and when his eyes met Ari’s, an avalanche of memory poured into his mind. His head snapped back to Darnell, and he grabbed the male’s black Moretti shirt.

“Say that again.” He ordered him.

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