The past came for me with fangs and claws and hate… My Vampires raced the darkness to save me from the light. I fought Corvina’s sire. Fought the Wolves, and the cold...but there’s one thing I can’t fight any longer. The truth of who I am. With teeth and savagery I face down death itself. Nothing can take me from them...not now. As I take the final stance, can I save my Sinful? Or will I succumb to darkness after all?