Aria’s POV The night is too quiet, the fires along the border flickered, the wolves stood ready, but the silence pressed against us like a warning. Then I felt it. The ground trembled. The air shifted. Shadows moved in the distance. “They’re here,” I whispered. Damon turned sharply. “Who?” I stared into the dark. My powers burned inside me, whispering the truth. “Vampires.” The pack stiffened. Wolves growled low, witches tightened their grip on charms, and Damon’s jaw clenched. From the trees, they emerged. Hundreds of vampires, eyes glowing red, weapons gleaming under the moonlight. At their front stood Valerius, tall, cloaked, his presence heavy. The vampire king. He stepped forward, his voice carrying across the night. “Aria,” he said, his tone sharp, filled with hatred. “You humiliated me once. You carry powers that should not exist. Wolf, witch, vampire — all in one body. You are unnatural. And tonight, I will end you.” The pack bristled, growls risi
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