BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS
And for tonight, I was free.
Somewhere in the mansion, Caleb shook his head, a small smile breaking through his worry. He recognized the howl, recognized the pain behind it. “He’s alive,” Caleb whispered, almost to himself. “He’s alive… and he’s not giving up.”
And somewhere deep inside me, I knew Adrian’s howl would not be the last. The moon would watch, the night would witness, and soon, all the pieces — vampires, werewolves, the council, the Lunar god, and our tangled fates — would collide in ways no one could foresee.