The royal jet cut through the clouds, carrying Jackson and Lilith back from the Isle of Light, their week-long retreat a sacred flame etched into their souls. The island’s magic—waterfalls, starlit nights, and insatiable passion—had sealed their mate bond, their marks pulsing with every shared glance. Lilith’s crystal pendant, a gift from High Witch Seraphine, glowed softly against her chest, a reminder of the white witches’ alliance, now a cornerstone of their war against the vampires and traitors Harley and Thorne. As the packhouse loomed below, the weight of their diplomatic tour and the council’s strategies settled, but their love was an unbreakable shield, the bond humming with resolve.
Back in the packhouse, the air buzzed with preparations. Torren and Marcus had finalized plans for
