Six months.
That's how long it took for the world to stop shaking.
In the aftermath of Seraphine's fall, everything changed. Vampire covens that had served her for millennia suddenly found themselves leaderless, their ancient allegiances shattered. Wolf packs that had been corrupted by her influence slowly healed, the red fading from their eyes as her hold on them dissolved.
And in the middle of it all, there was us.
The cabin in the mountains had become our sanctuary—a place where Kael could run as wolf, where Caspian could watch the stars, where I could finally breathe. But sanctuary meant isolation, and isolation meant we heard the news in fragments, through messengers and phone calls and the occasional terrified vampire showing up at our door asking for guidance.
"They need you,"
