SERENA’S POV
The air around us turns electric—thick with tension, danger, and the sharp, metallic tang of supernatural presence. Every breath feels heavier, like inhaling static, and my heartbeat drums relentlessly in my ears, echoing the rhythm of fear and adrenaline pulsing through my veins. We freeze where we stand, every muscle taut, every breath caught, eyes locked on the two vampire guards stalking toward us like predators that have already chosen their prey. Their glowing eyes sweep over our forms—cold, calculating, and utterly merciless. I can practically feel their fangs itch with anticipation, aching to sink into flesh, to taste fear, to draw blood.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” one of them barks. His voice is rough and jagged, each word slicing through the night like
