How I Met My Mates
"The southern provinces finally produced a Luna with enough blood to trip the ancient alarm."
"Who are you?" Dominic demanded, stepping directly between her and me, his broadsword raised, his aura surging like a tempest.
The woman offered a cold, humorless smile.
"I am Vanya," she said softly, stepping over the shattered remains of the blast door. "First Sentinel of the Frost-Bite Lineage. And the woman your High Council claimed died three hundred years ago."
She raised her hand, pointing a single, scarred finger at the ceiling where Julian’s siphon was still humming.