I stood frozen in place, watching as the remnants of the fallen werewolves and vampires disintegrated into dust. The sight was a grim reminder of one undeniable truth: beheading was the swiftest way to end our kind. The moment our heads were severed, our existence ceased, leaving nothing but scattered ashes in the wind. There was no afterlife, no second chances—only oblivion.
I had spent my entire life in a world steeped in cruelty. Death was not an unfamiliar specter; I had witnessed countless lives extinguished, endless battles fought, and the ground soaked in blood. The notion of mortality had never unsettled me. I had never feared the reaper’s touch.
But that was before I met him.
Before Adam, my so-called destiny had been nothing but an endless cycle of survival. But the moment I f
