Welcome to Muertan.
For a hundred years Muertan has been home to two rival vampire clans, driven out of the Old World by a small group of humans who have charged themselves with protecting humanity. Some would say that the clans, Sabau and Mondragon, are the strongest pair in existence today for the clans and covens of the old world have all but collapsed. A malignant bureaucracy of incompetent old fools no wiser in the way of things than the pathetic fledging they control.
Whatever they come up with inside their cold egotistical minds, vampires do not have exclusive privileges to the night. Lycanthropes, better known as werewolves share the night with their undead brethren. And let’s not forget the other nocturnal shapeshifters whose grace and elegance is matched only by their cunning and hunger, the werefelines. The Knight Pack no more wants part of the vampire war than the feline’s Pard. But he fight comes whether they like it or not. Neither of the undead clans wish the beasts anything but the worst.
There are some humans who have long known about the bloody underworld of the undead. Centuries ago when the world lived in fear and opened itself up to the darkness the Vampire Hunters took it upon themselves to guard humanity against the creatures of the night. Out of duty and devotion to God and out of greed and promises of ancient riches, those who hunt vampires are the first and only defense against what lurks in the shadows.