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Robert

He couldn’t remember the last time he ran so hard. Antione’s confusion drove him forward, almost getting hit by a car as he left the diner behind. His phone felt like a dumbbell dragging him down, but Robert forced himself to keep going. He couldn’t afford to screw up. Not now. Robert didn’t stop until he was at the final turn leading to his apartment building. He held his breath and strained to pick up the slightest sense that something was wrong.

Thank god Antione didn’t follow me. I know what I promised, but there has to be a better way for him to learn. The sounds of cars bustling, people talking, the wind whistling as if to mock everything Robert was trying to do, all surrounded him along with… nothing. No werewolves howling in the night, looking to finish what Jean-Claude started, and nothing to suggest Robert was being observed.

It didn’t make him feel better, but a final check of his phone and the text made Robert abandon his hopes of building a positive relationship with his oldest son—and steeled his resolve. I’ll make it up to you. All of you. I promise. Robert’s heart rate returned to normal as he slowly entered the building and up the stairs to the third floor until he saw his front door and stopped.

Several scratches, not unlike the kind a werewolf would make, bit deep into the wood, leaving a small pile of peelings on his welcome mat. He didn’t need to touch them to know the scratches were fresh. Robert tested the doorknob and smiled slightly when it refused to turn.

A warning, then? Someone is playing a dangerous game. He unlocked it, already thinking of an excuse to tell the landlord when the hairs on the back of his neck rose. Robert tensed, closing the door as he spotted an unfamiliar shadow cutting across his floor and into the living room.

Robert sniffed the air and shuddered before slowly entering what should have been the heart of his sanctuary. But now, it felt like a cage as he finally moved close enough to see his… guest. A man in his late forties, wearing a black blazer over a matching pair of pants, was sitting at his coffee table with a book Robert had purchased two days before he picked up Camille for their family bonding trip, which had gone horribly wrong.

The man didn’t look up as he read the title out loud. “Swamp Cat. What a… fascinating tale, Robert. Very riveting. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“And I didn’t think you were the type to break into someone else’s home, Dracula.”

  The count snorted, dropping the book onto the table and meeting Robert’s aggressive brown gaze with a calm—almost indifferent blue one. 

Dracula didn’t smile, his tone was the perfect blend of culture and elegance mixed with smoke, as he stated. “A vampire was killed in this area a few days ago.”

Robert’s eyes widened in shock, but he collected himself before replying. “I’m… sorry to hear that.”

“Are you?”

“I am,” he declared, taking the other chair across from Dracula and continuing. “The situation in Louisiana has gotten out of hand. I take responsibility for it, and I’ll help you find the killer.”

Dracula smirked, not revealing any teeth, as he stared him down. “Will you now? Take responsibility? You speak as if you are the sole power in this state. Yet, I haven’t heard of any takeovers recently. Tell me, Robert. How are you going to take responsibility?”

Robert frowned and sat up straight. Why is he focusing on that? “I’ve… there’s been a change in power amongst some of the packs, and–”

“I don’t care.” Dracula didn’t move, yet his voice carried an edge to it. “About your fellow mutts. You said you would take responsibility. I’m holding you to your word. Now, tell me. How you intend to do it.”

“The same way I deal with any problem. I’ll use everything at my disposal, and–”

“That won’t do.”

Robert glared and took a deep breath. Stay calm. He’s toying with you. “With all due respect. This is my home. You came here for my help, and–”

The air around the count shifted as a photograph, the kind taken with an instant camera, neatly appeared in front of Robert. He stared at it, fighting the wave of nausea as a mess of entrails, exposed muscle, and pale bone greeted him. It shouldn’t have disturbed him after what had happened in the woods.

It wasn’t even the bloodiest body he’d seen outside of TV. No, the horror wasn’t because of the body itself. It was the knowledge that it used to be a vampire that made Robert’s instincts scream for him to run because anything that can kill a vampire is a threat to his family. He met Dracula’s gaze and asked. “Why are you showing me this?”

“You don’t recognize him?”

“I don’t.”

“It’s Klaus.”

Robert stared at Dracula in confusion and picked up the photo with a slightly shaking hand. It can’t be. “I… haven’t thought about him in many years… What was he doing here?”

Dracula tapped the table with a pale fingernail. “You didn’t know Klaus was here?”

“Why would I? I just said–”

“He was killed in the forest not far from here. Behind a bar, I believe.”

Robert felt like he’d been doused with a bucket of ice water. “What are you saying?”

“Have you lost your sense of hearing? I’m telling you that Klaus was killed a handful of miles from your home.” Dracula leaned forward, the room growing darker as his eyes glowed red. “And you already promised to take responsibility. Twice.”

Robert shook his head, letting the photo fall to the floor as he rose. “How dare you. You have no evidence, nothing to suggest I had anything to do with this!”

Dracula’s tone was calm, almost emotionless, as he countered. “You have motive. You’ve wronged him in the past.”

“I did no such thing!” Robert felt his inner wolf snarling, but he didn’t give in to it yet. Dracula could have found and killed me if he wanted to. He wouldn’t have come here in person just because of Klaus and… and since when does he scratch doors to announce himself? The thought wasn’t enough to quell his rage, but it helped. Something else was going on, and he was determined to find out what it was. “Did you come here alone?”

“I did. Klaus’s mother has left vengeance in my hands.”

“But you haven’t found the killer yet,” Robert stated, feeling the wind shift again as a second photo, the same kind as the first, appeared neatly in the middle of the table. Robert’s blood froze as he saw a familiar scowling face sitting in the dinner he’d just left. Antione!

The count’s face remained expressionless as he said. “Someone must take responsibility.”

“Not him. Not Antione. He’s my son. He didn’t do anything!” A million thoughts raced through his mind, each so outlandish or terrifying he almost missed when Dracula placed a third photograph, one of him, next to Antione’s. The message was clear, but the count said it anyway.

“You or him. This is why I’ve come to you. Choose.”

Robert shook his head and backed up, feeling his nails lengthen into claws as he growled. “I won’t let you hurt my son.”

Dracula nodded. Robert didn’t know if it was in approval or merely acknowledgment. But his tone was the same as he placed his hand, still human-looking, still dangerous, around a small chain dangling from his breast pocket. “And I won’t let you hurt what is important to me. You asked if I came alone. I told you the truth. But you should know this by now, Robert. There are many vampires who live here. And they have their orders.”

The count tapped Antione’s photo, leaving a perfectly shaped crescent dent in his forehead as he waited for Robert’s next move. Message received, you bastard. “How the mighty have fallen. I didn’t think you were the type to target children, Dracula.”

“That thing isn’t a child.” He coldly stated, still showing no signs of preparing to defend himself despite knowing Robert could close the distance in one leap. “It shouldn’t have been born.”

Robert growled lowly. “His name is Antione.”

“I don’t care.”

“He’s Theresa’s son!” Robert shouted, causing Dracula to sigh as he shook his head.

“I know.”

“You know. But you’re still threatening her child?”

Dracula raised his hand, palm pointed toward Robert warningly. “Do not speak to me about threatening children. Word has traveled about what happened here a few weeks ago. You brought four untrained whelps into an area not your own…”

Suddenly, the count moved, slamming Robert into the wall, hand squeezing just short of breaking the werewolf’s neck as he hissed, baring fangs the world had learned to fear. “… and you didn’t protect them!”

Robert grabbed the hand, pinning him, but it refused to move. His claws bit into Dracula’s skin, spilling bright red blood in fat tiny rivers… only to watch it slow and trickly back into the cuts and sealing them as if nothing had happened. Dracula smiled, a crazed edge slowly overcoming the calm, emotionless facade he’d worn earlier. 

“I fed before coming here. A pretty little waif only a few years older than your… spawn.” He leaned in, letting Robert smell his bloodstained breath as he whispered. “We can continue if you wish. You’ve proven to be a challenge in the past, but… your abomination dies the moment you do. I’ll make it quick. I promise you this. So, I ask you one last time. How are you going to take responsibility?”

Robert wanted to kick him away. All of his instincts—the Alpha, the werewolf—saw Dracula as the ultimate threat, even greater than Jean-Claude. But Robert was also a father, and he knew Dracula wasn’t lying. 

“She’ll never forgive you,” he promised with steely eyes. “Theresa will have your head if you hurt her child.”

Dracula studied him, face returning to an emotionless state as his eyes became blue again. He slowly released Robert’s neck and stepped back. “I don’t need her forgiveness—or anyone else’s, for that matter. I only need her to survive… You understand that much, don’t you?”

He did. Robert understood perfectly, but he didn’t need to answer Dracula. He had other things to worry about. “You said you would find the killer. How are you going to do that? I know you don’t fear the other werewolves, but they won’t tolerate you killing me without provocation. And neither will some of the local Voduists. Louisiana is their domain.”

Dracula scoffed. The Voduists are human. Gifted. But still human. You’ll have to do better than that if you’re trying to stall.”

“I’m not stalling.” They stared at each other, waiting for the other to move before Dracula pointed at the door.

“Let’s go.”

“Go?”

The count nodded. “I would prefer not to have to drag you.”

“But I don’t understand. You said you’re holding me responsible for Klaus’s death. Why aren’t you trying to kill me yet?”

“I said I’m holding you to your word about taking responsibility. Luckily for you, I haven’t given up on finding the killer.” Dracula lightly pulled on Robert’s shoulder, grip loose enough to avoid hurting him as he continued. “But make no mistake. Few things would please me more than to see you dead.”

Robert nodded slowly. “Killing me isn’t going to change anything, Count. Neither will killing Antione.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong. You see his death as murder. I understand. But what I’m doing is nothing short of a mercy.” The door opened, revealing a peaceful empty hallway, welcoming them with open arms.

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Antione

The smell of bacon frying in its own fat hit Antione like a brick to his face, but he wasn’t complaining. Even though Antione could control his transformation, he still couldn’t get his senses to obey. Sometimes, it felt like he was wearing thick earmuffs, and others, he wanted to rip his ears off and howl.

But today was one of the odd days—the ones where Antione could hear normally, but his sense of smell was going into overdrive. I hope this means that my taste is heightened today. I’m sure I read that taste and smell are connected. His mouth was watering, but a familiar voice called out before he could think about what to order.

“Over here, Antione.”

He turned, spotting a man wearing a thick grey sweatshirt over faded blue jeans. His grin was both hopeful and strained as he waved. A few weeks ago, this sight would have angered Antione, and a part of him was angry. This man, Robert, had successfully turned his life upside down without even trying.

And to make matters worse, it wasn’t just Antione he’d hurt. It was also his mother, Theresa, and his three younger half-siblings he didn’t know existed before then. The teen resisted the urge to snort, sat across from Robert, and reached for a menu. Robert’s grin didn’t fade; he’d been making more of an effort to talk to his children, a fact that Antione knew mostly due to the chatroom he shared with his siblings, much to Robert’s delight.

Robert’s messages weren’t frequent at the best of times, usually once or twice a week per sibling. But he was trying, and Camille, Antione’s only sister, insisted that he acknowledged that. So, here he was, trying to appease his siblings while struggling not to let his impatience show as Robert began speaking.

“Thank you for coming, son. Bernard said it’s testing season. Are you keeping your grades up?”

He nodded. “Surprisingly, yeah. Most of my classes are a piece of cake.”

Especially compared to being a werewolf. I wonder how Robert would react if I told him I nearly made my gym teacher pee their pants when I accidentally popped a basketball? It had been an accident. But that wasn’t the point.

The point was that Antione and his siblings promised each other that they would keep their powers hidden and work on them together or with Robert. And since Robert hadn’t asked the others to meet with him yet, it was up to him to make the most of it and report any progress to the others. But there was another reason why Antoine was here.

He met Robert’s gaze and put the menu down just as a young woman with a ponytail and a large smile arrived, holding a tiny notebook and pencil. “Good evening! My name is Shelby. Can I get you something to drink, or are you ready to order?”

Robert grinned, looking at her briefly before turning back to Antione. “Hi, Shelby. I’ll have the chef’s special with extra sauce and a coke. What are you having, son?”

Antione shrugged, still not used to Robert calling him son even though that’s what he’s always called him since they met, and politely handed his menu to her. “I’ll have the fried gator basket. Can I get a side of fries and hush puppies with a chocolate milkshake, please?”

Shelby nodded, writing everything down before looking at them eagerly. “Sure thing! Can I interest you in some dessert? We have the best peach cobbler in the state.”

Don’t let my mom hear you say that. She loves baking. Antione shook his head while Robert also handed over his menu. “We’ll think about it, Shelby.”

“Okay, I’ll bring your drinks out in just a minute!” She turned so smoothly on her heel that Antione wondered if she practiced walking as she almost glided away. He would have considered it an odd quirk and focused on other things a few weeks ago. But that was before he and his siblings learned the truth about themselves and their world, or at least part of it.

Robert opened his mouth, but Antione spoke up before he could stop himself. “You promised you’d tell me the truth. About what happened between you and my mom.”

Robert’s face fell, and took a deep breath. “No. If you read my text again, you’ll see I said I’d try to answer your questions. I do plan to have this talk with the others, of course. But I’m starting with you because–”

“I’m the oldest, and this is another Alpha thing.” Antione rolled his eyes, catching sight of Shelby as she placed their drinks on the table. Then, she hurried away as a few more customers entered the diner. Antione sighed. He knew this conversation was doomed from the start. Robert had always been cagey at best and sometimes refused to answer at his worst.

But he was also one of the few Alpha werewolves Antione and his siblings knew. The other was Longnose. A friend they’d made while trying to find Robert and avoid getting captured by Jean-Claude. There were many things he didn’t understand, and Robert was still one of the best people who could teach him… If it suited him.

  Feeling his anger grow as a growl threatened to escape, Antione took a quick sip of his milkshake, enjoying the thick coolness as he met Robert’s gaze. 

“I want to know why you abandoned my mom and me. You met Camille and Daymond. Why did you wait until I was sixteen to meet me?”

“I didn’t meet Bernard until shortly before I met you, son.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke?” Antione demanded, feeling his inner wolf’s hackles rise. It’s funny how being away from him for a couple of weeks can make things worse. It wasn’t the first time Antione felt like this around Robert, but his father simply looked at him, staring him down like the Alpha he was instead of the father he’s supposed to be.

The father that Camille and his younger brothers insist Robert wants to be. Robert sat there and slowly took a sip before speaking. “I’m sorry, son. I know this is hard, but–”

“Don’t. Don’t do that. I hate it when you try to play the victim!” Antione tensed, feeling his inner wolf about to pounce, and forced it back down. They were in a public space with normal humans around. And as strong as he was, he knew he wasn’t a match for Robert. Not yet. Antione leaned forward and whispered. “I want to know why I was told you died in a car crash when I was a baby. I deserve to know that much!”

Robert slowly nodded, and Antione allowed himself to sit back, waiting to hear what his father had to say. “I can’t tell you. Not yet. We need your mother for this conversation.”

He hadn’t expected that. “We need Mom? Does she know what you are?”

“She knows,” Robert confirmed, keeping his face blank as he continued. “Your mother is an incredible woman.”

“Apparently not, since you never came back.” And you had three more kids, each with a different woman. 

Robert winced and folded his hands around his glass. “I love your mother. And you. But there are things about our world that you don’t understand.”

“So make me understand!” Antione wanted it to be demanding and strong, but it came out more like a whine—it was pathetic. “Do you have any idea how much of a bombshell you dropped on me that day? Not only did you act like you hadn’t been gone my entire life. But then you told me I have three younger siblings. What the hell were you thinking? Is this another thing Alphas get to do? Sleep with different women without marrying any of them? Because I already know Camille isn’t the type to be a baby momma.”

And even if she was. I wouldn’t let her. She deserves to be with someone who will make her happy.

Robert grinned. “You’re so protective of her. You’ve really come a long way, son. I’m proud of you.”

“Don’t change the subject. I still want to know why.” I refuse to be happy because he praised me. He shouldn’t praise me over something like this. But a part of him was pleased all the same. Antione knew Camille would laugh at this, Daymond following her lead until he thought of something else to annoy his older siblings with. While Bernard would chuckle as he tried to keep calm in case things got out of hand.

Antione’s younger siblings were a handful, especially Daymond, the youngest, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He would have this conversation go differently, though. He checked to make sure Shelby wasn’t coming back and quietly asked. “What about that thing Jean-Claude said? He called you a false Alpha. What did that mean?”

Robert sighed and stared at the table. “I broke a law. One that most werewolves don’t even care about anymore. I still don’t know how he found out. But Jean-Claude told the rest of our pack and declared I needed to be killed. I was hoping he’d move on. This happened before you were born, and–”

“Wait, what do you mean this happened before I was born? Does this have something to do with why you left?”

“Antione–”

“Does it?” Robert glared; a low growl escaped him before he could stop himself, but the damage was done. Antione knew Robert was seconds away from exploding, but he didn’t care. His curiosity was more potent than his father’s rage. “Why did you bring us out there? You said you wanted us to meet. We could have done that anywhere.”

Everything was fine until he brought me to that cabin in the woods. We could have met here and been safe! Robert took a steadying breath, reached for Antione’s hand, and smiled when the teen didn’t pull away. “Son, I–”

Robert’s phone went off, making him sigh again. He reluctantly took it from his pocket and went pale. Antione stared at him in confusion. “Did something happen to one of the others?”

We agreed to keep each other posted, but shouldn’t my phone have gone off by now if it was them? 

Robert shook his head and dropped a couple of twenties in front of the teen. “Your brothers and sister are fine. Everything is fine. But I need to go. I’ll make it up to you. We’ll talk about everything with Theresa when I get back.”

He rose and practically ran out the door.

“Hey, wait!” Antione grabbed the money and tried to track his father through the windows. But by the time he stood up, Robert was already gone. He waited for any cars to pass by suspiciously fast, but he didn’t even know if Robert had driven to the diner. Antione gulped more of his milkshake to stop himself from causing a bigger scene and texted his siblings.

A: Hey, done with the meeting. Are you guys ok?

C: I’m fine. Just got home. I thought you were having dinner with Dad. What happened?

A: Robert got a text and bailed on me. He paid for the food, though.

B: That’s good. That he paid, I mean. Did you ask him?

A: Yeah, but he didn’t want to talk about it. He says he wants my mom there.

D: That’s weird. Maybe your mom is a werewolf, too?

A: Doubt it. But I guess I can ask her.

Antione was still texting by the time the food arrived. Robert didn’t come back.

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Chapter 1

Antoine 

Opening the front door, Antoine faced the most challenging part of his life: deception. His father, Robert, whom he’d only known for five days, was picking him up for some family bonding. And Antonie was not happy—not one bit. 

“You ready, son!” Robert cheerily asked. 

Antoine pushed past, clinging to his worn-out backpack. 

“Who the hell is he calling son,” he mumbled, not really caring if Robert heard or not. 

He was only going to this family meet and greet because of his mother, and even then, it was like pulling teeth for him. Antoine glanced back to see Robert at the front door talking to his mother, Theresa. She crossed her arms and stared coldly at Robert as they spoke. It didn’t appear that she wanted Antione to go anyway, but that wasn’t what she said last night. 

“Honey, this will be good for you. You need a male figure in your life that will guide you in ways that I won’t be able to.”

“I could care less about Robert or his other bastard children!”

She scolded him afterward. His siblings were just like him: alone, afraid of the world without a father figure actively involved in their lives.

Now, Antoine waited in Robert’s backseat. He’d be damned if he sat in the front with him. It would give him an excuse to speak. 

After a few minutes, Robert said farewell to Theresa and headed toward the car. She said something. He couldn’t hear what, but Robert’s expression almost made him grin. Get ‘im, Mom. Don’t let him think he’s won you over just because you’re making me go with him.  

Robert’s face was grim, saddened almost, but once his eyes looked up and saw Anotonie, he tried to smile. But he could see right through it. His mother didn’t waste time with being polite. Whatever she said, it was enough to make Robert almost as unhappy about this as Antione. At least they had one thing in common. 

The drive was slow and grueling, meeting a never-ending road. Antoine didn’t even bother asking where they were going. It didn’t matter. Wherever it was, it wasn’t going to be enjoyable. 

“It’s going to be a fun time for you to get to know your siblings,” Robert strained, voice dry from not talking for longer than an hour.

Robert tried connecting Antonie’s eyes with his in the rearview mirror, but he kept his gaze on his lap, playing a video game to distract himself from this mess. 

“What are you playing?” Robert tired once more. 

“Game,” Antoine responded, trying to keep the conversation short and sweet.

“What kind of game?”

Antoine turned off his phone and looked straight into Robert’s eyes. 

Robert kept waiting for a response, but alas, that never came. They were stuck in this never-ending loop of depressing silence, complemented by bland music that was supposed to lighten the mood, but in reality, it made everything more noticeable. 

Finally, Robert said, “I know that this might be hard for you to understand–”

“It’s not, actually,” interrupted Antoine.

“This is hard for me, Antoine. So much harder than you or your brothers and sister may know.”

“I’m sure.” Antonie scoffed. “Was your entire life a lie? I was told my father died in a car accident when I was a baby. And here you are, jumping in at the most inopportune time when I don’t need you anymore. I’m sure none of us do.”

“It’s more complicated than you think, son–”

“Stop calling me son!” His voice erupted, causing the car to stop in the middle of the road. 

 Robert turned around and faced him. 

“I am your father, whether you like it or not, Antoine. And I know I haven’t been there for you when I should have. But I’m here now, and that’s all that should matter. In about ten minutes or so, you’re going to meet your siblings, and you can’t sit around saying that it doesn’t matter – that we don’t matter because that isn’t the truth. I know I have a lot of making up to do for all the lost time, but I’m here, aren’t I? And I’ll explain everything when the time comes.”

“Too late.”

“What?”

“You’re here too late,” Antoine repeated, pinching his palms to stop any tears that threatened to spill.

“It’s never too late.” Robert only said, turning the car back into drive. 

The campsite was open and filled with fresh air. Clear of any remaining smog from the city streets. This was nature at its finest. 

“So,” Antoine started, chewing at his bottom lip to hold in his smirk. He was about to poke a bear… “How many bastards do you have, Robert?”

Robert let out a large sigh, finally putting the car in park. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he hopped out of the vehicle and began unloading some remaining camping gear. 

“They are your siblings. Do not refer to them as that.” For the first time, Robert’s words felt like a leash painfully constricting around Antione’s throat. Making him gasp and reach for his neck to ease the growing pressure. He thought he was imagining things because there was no way Robert was choking him using just his voice. But his instincts knew better, and it made him angry. 

“Well, that’s what they are… what I am. I think that’s suitable,” he strained, refusing to back down.

Robert dropped his bags and glared. Antoine felt the force tighten with it. He wanted to apologize, to cower, to run. Robert is faster and stronger. I can’t fight him!

“Stop. Just stop with the attitude. I can only take so much.” The force of the words almost made Antoine pass out as spots began filling his vision. His confusion and fear slowly returned to anger as he saw Robert smirking.

His neck strained, and a bead of sweat deterred from his scalp. He was on the edge of spilling over but into what was a different question. 

Antoine wanted to keep picking, and he almost did, but the way Robert stepped a little closer to his still-seated form made Antoine realize he didn’t know Robert. He could have a short fuse for all he knew. So he said nothing, as he slowly got out of the car. 

They walked down the terrain, taking in the swamp smell and breezy flies. It was peaceful and magical, even for how quiet it all was. That didn’t last long, though. As they walked closer and closer to the campsite where Robert’s kids were held up, he heard yelling and arguing. Antoine’s hands began to sweat.

What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m weird–

He shook his head. It wouldn’t matter if they liked him or not. They are related by one thing. Robert.

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