The sun rose over the Northern Mountains, casting warm, golden rays across the snow-capped peaks and the ancient stone keep. The scent of smoke and blood had completely vanished, replaced by the fresh, crisp scent of pine and crisp mountain air.For the first time in centuries, peace settled over the land.Down in the central court, there were no separate sides anymore. Lycan warriors in heavy leather armor stood shoulder-to-shoulder with royal vampires dressed in silver-embroidered velvet, sharing flagons of ale, tending to each other’s wounds, and speaking in quiet, respectful tones. The ancient hatred that had burned between their species for generations had finally died alongside Lucien and Malakar.With the keep secured and the rogue forces dismantled, Salvatore and Jennifer led their unified people on the journey back home, to the grand Lycan Capital, where their true throne awaited.Three days later, the Great Obsidian Citadel at the heart of the Lycan territory was transformed
Last Updated : 2026-10-05
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