Emma's POV
I was standing in a sprawling courtyard bathed in moonlight, surrounded by werewolves and vampires. The place was alive with chatter, laughter, and an almost surreal harmony. Werewolves and vampires—natural enemies—mingling as if centuries of bloodshed between them had simply vanished. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The courtyard was breathtaking, its beauty ethereal. Stone archways wrapped in glowing ivy stretched high into the night sky, and marble fountains with crystal-clear water reflected the moon like liquid diamonds. It felt almost magical, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to be enchanted by the peace that enveloped the gathering.
“Is this real?” I whispered to myself, watching a vampire toss back his head in laughter while a werewolf clapped him on the back. I
