The Night King.
Sasha couldn't stop thinking about those words. They echoed in her mind during training, during meals, during the quiet hours when she should have been sleeping. A vampire older than Luc, more powerful than the Devereaux, rising from centuries of shadows.
She stood at the window of her small room, watching the moon rise over Haven. Seventy people depended on her now. Seventy lives. Seventy futures. And a new enemy was coming.
"You're brooding again."
Maya appeared in her doorway, holding two mugs of tea. She'd stopped knocking weeks ago—they were past that now.
"Someone has to." Sasha took the tea, letting the warmth seep into her hands. "Luc's been gone three days. Any word?"
"Not yet. But he's Luc. He'll be fine." Maya sat on the edge of the bed. "The real question
