#Chapter 63: Threat

Arthur frowned, confused. Why would the queen of the vampires be in the werewolf kingdom? More importantly, why would she think he knew where she was? He’d never even met a vampire until he went with Daphne to Brown Valley. “What are you talking about?” “We don’t have your queen,” Tom hissed. “Don’t blame us for her disappearance.” “Shut the old man’s mouth,” she said, sharply. Arthur’s heart lurched at the snap of her voice through the air. It was an order, but he didn’t know who it had been issued to. The air stirred as if a gust had rushed past him. “I’d like to—” Tom flinched as a vampire appeared in front of him, his dagger pressed to his neck. He froze looking up into the cold eyes of the vampire looking down at him. There was no malice or anger. His gaze was placid like a lake. He was just like all the other vampires he’d faced before. Arthur felt the werewolves behind him get on guard, turning their attention to where the vampire had gone, but Arthur was more