‎They say the war between wolves and vampires began long before any living soul could remember—a feud written in blood, sealed by betrayal, and whispered through centuries of moonlight. ‎A thousand years ago, an oath was broken. One drop of werewolf blood fell upon consecrated ground, and a vampire heart, once loyal, turned cold with betrayal. That single act unleashed hatred that neither time nor magic could temper. Wolves and vampires, once allies in the hidden world, became sworn enemies. Their names became warnings, their history a chain of vengeance. ‎And yet… destiny, it seems, has a way of twisting even the deepest curses. ‎ ‎A prophecy was told years earlier that ‎“Under the silver moon, the wolf and the vampire shall stand as one. Their love will awaken a power older than war itself. And on that night, the world must decide—shall it burn in darkness, or rise in peace.”