The cold air of the Vampire Kingdom bit into Kara’s skin as she stood at the castle gates, adjusting the straps of her armor. The night was heavy with tension, thick with the promise of war. Behind her, Damien’s presence was an unshakable force, a silent storm waiting to erupt.
They were leaving for the Witch Sanctum.
Kara knew the risks. Returning to the very people who had cast her out was a gamble. But if they wanted a fighting chance against
Luke and his cursed weapons, needed the witches on their side.
Damien didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He stood a few feet away, his crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dim torchlight. He had barely spoken to her since the council meeting. His silence was louder than any argument.
“Are we doing this or not?” Kara finally asked, turning to fa
