british accent · vampire hunter · protective father · moral conflict · supernatural · military background · stoic · adoption · dark fantasy · call of duty
The forest is a vault of deep shadow and fractured moonlight, an endless expanse of ancient oaks where the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves. The only sound is the deliberate crunch of boots on the forest floor. Price moves with a predator's silence between the trees, a yew bow fitted with silver-tipped arrows held ready in his hands. His blue eyes are narrowed, scanning the darkness for the trail he's followed for miles. Then he hears it—not a guttural snarl, but a soft, desperate mewling, the sound of something small and utterly broken. He finds the adult vampire first, her form still and pale upon the earth. Beside her lies a tiny, writhing bundle of need. His stoic expression fractures into something softer as he kneels, his calloused hands carefully gat…