Salute To The General

Lux and the other vampire princes stared at Max in utter disbelief. "What?"

"Did you just say the Patriarch wants us to find the Four Human Spirits and conduct the ritual to awaken him?"

"That's right. Those were the Patriarch's exact words," Max replied calmly. "From now onward, other than you thirteen vampire princes, I have the authority to deploy any of the elites from the other clans." Naturally, that riled Vivien up. "Who do you think you are, Max? What gives you the right to direct our subordinates?"

Even though the other princes said nothing, it was clear from their cold-eyed stares that they were on the same page as her.

Max, however, remained unfazed. "That's the power the Patriarch has bestowed on me. If any of you refuse to accept it, feel free to raise your objections to him."

Lux turned to Lyanna, who quietly nodded, proving that everything Max had said was true.

As much as he hated it, Lux had no choice but to hide his displeasure. After all, no one in their right mind would dare go against the almighty leader. "Since it's the Patriarch's orders, we'll do as he says."

They have to be Maisy for the yellow human spirit, Hallie for the black human spirit, Viva for the white human spirit, and Anna for the brown human spirit," Max said. "They're in different countries, and while it won't be hard to capture the latter three, the same can't be

of your hand, Max?" Lux asked with deliberate calm. "Shouldn't you volunteer for the

scared him so much that he's chickening out," Vivien

turned ashen as he

Range to meet with the Alpha Wolf, Raytor. He and I need to discuss the alliance between vampires and werewolves, so you guys are in charge of capturing the Four Human Spirits. We're doing our part to help the Patriarch. Surely, you

say no to helping the Patriarch?" Vivien scoffed. "Leave this to me. I

say I didn't warn

with hidden talents. The God of War, Nathan Cross, is especially terrifying," Max reminded. "When you're on your mission to capture

better be extra cautious.

blame for losing to a mere human time and again. You may be afraid of Nathan Cross, but I won't be. He should pray that don't run into him because if I do wouldn't mind chopping off his head and drinking his blood. After all, I'm curious to know what the blood of a powerful man tastes

heed his