As Luna retreated to prepare for the Eternal Bond ritual, Victor found himself alone in his private study, surrounded by centuries of memories and artifacts that suddenly felt fragile in the face of what they were about to attempt. He poured himself a glass of wine—a 1847 vintage he'd been saving for a special occasion—and settled into the leather chair where he'd spent countless nights contemplating the future of supernatural-human relations.
Now he was about to become something that would redefine those relations entirely.
Four hundred years, Victor thought, staring at the wine that gleamed like liquid ruby in the candlelight. Four centuries of existing as Elena designed me, serving as the bridge between worlds, advocating for integration while watching both sides choose fear over unde
