Things worked out perfectly. The vampires believed that the ratfolks I turned into ghouls carried out the massacre, and Khalissi was able to make her escape after defeating the lich. For the next few days, I did nothing. I wanted the city to go back to the way it was before. I wanted them to go back to thinking they were safe.
I had already planted a seed, which was the ghouls I now controlled. I thought everything was going according to plan until I got a visit that destroyed my entire fabric of reality. Three of the ghouls I turned showed up at the inn I was staying in.
I brought them to my room where we could have a private talk together. The three ghouls shifted uncomfortably as they stood in front of me. One of them, a young ghoul in his early twenties, held a stylish pink box in his hand. The box was tied with a flashy red bow.
"My alpha, we have a gift for you," he said, stretching out the box towards me.
