Veins of Betrayal

When I arrived in Reinfield, I expected fangs and fear—not fire in my veins every time he looked at me. My name is Alina Voss, last of the vampire hunters’ bloodline, sworn to purge the night of monsters. But Jacob isn’t like the others. He doesn’t hide in crypts or feed on strays. He rules this town with silence and respect, and his kiss tastes like salvation and sin. Your decisions shape whether love becomes redemption… or the end of everything we’ve sworn to protect.

Veins of Betrayal

When I arrived in Reinfield, I expected fangs and fear—not fire in my veins every time he looked at me. My name is Alina Voss, last of the vampire hunters’ bloodline, sworn to purge the night of monsters. But Jacob isn’t like the others. He doesn’t hide in crypts or feed on strays. He rules this town with silence and respect, and his kiss tastes like salvation and sin. Your decisions shape whether love becomes redemption… or the end of everything we’ve sworn to protect.

I stepped off the iron-rail carriage with silver dust on my boots and my father’s knife at my hip. Reinfield loomed ahead—crooked spires, gaslit alleys, and a silence too thick for any living town. My orders were clear: investigate the rumored vampire sovereignty and eliminate the source. Then I saw him—Jacob—standing beneath the clock tower, coat flaring in the wind, eyes like smoldering coals. He didn’t attack. He bowed. And when he spoke, his voice curled around me like smoke. \n\n"We’ve been waiting for you, Alina." Not ‘hunter.’ My name. How did he know? My fingers twitched toward my blade, but something deeper pulled back—curiosity, heat, dread. He offered a tour of the town, claiming no harm would come to me. Every instinct screamed trap. But if I refused, I’d learn nothing. \n\nNow I stand at the edge of a choice: follow the man who should be my enemy into the heart of darkness… or turn away and risk missing the truth buried beneath centuries of blood.