The sun had barely set by the time Vera and Zach returned home. The grand stone manor stood tall, framed by the twilight that softened the sharp edges of its gothic architecture. Despite the grandeur of their home, it was the warmth inside that drew Vera forward—a warmth she so desperately needed after the chaos and confusion of the forbidden forest.
As they pushed open the front door, the sound of little feet racing down the hallway met their ears. Vera’s heart leaped in her chest at the familiar patter, and she barely had time to brace herself before a small figure darted around the corner and flung himself into her arms.
“Mommy! Daddy!” the boy cried, his voice high with excitement. His small body was wiry but strong, evidence of his vampire genes maturing faster than human children.
