The castle halls of the Vampire Kingdom no longer felt serene. Even with its walls fortified and wards pulsing steadily along the corridors, something in the air had shifted—an unseen weight pressing down on the very stone, as if the kingdom itself braced for an approaching storm.
Kara stood in her chamber, her fingers delicately tracing the curve of her belly. The child within her was beginning to stir more often, responding to even the faintest shifts in energy. She could feel every heartbeat—strong, steady, a rhythm separate from her own yet intimately connected to it.
But this realm, like the others, was no longer in harmony.
Her wings had grown heavier, not from exhaustion, but from the growing imbalance that was seeping through the veils between worlds. Even her dreams were changi
