When the moon reaches its peak, it bleeds crimson.Some call it the Blood Moon.Others, a curse.
I don't know which one I am.
Dreams that are not mine haunt me—wars I never fought, voices I never knew. Each breath carries a growl rising from deep inside, a beast straining against its cage. No one has told me who I am. Only the medallion whispers the truth, burning against my skin.
That night, I heard a scream. A woman dying.And beside her, three children—born of a wolf-blooded woman and a faceless demon.
◆ One, with violet eyes, storm and eternity in his veins: Varek.◆ One, with eyes red as flame, carrying the hunger of vampires: Sariel.◆ And the last, his mother's mirror, golden eyes trembling between man and beast: Sanathiel.
Three brothers.The price of a pact.
The reflection in the pool at my feet did not belong to me.It belonged to the boy who wept frost.
I was him.And he… was the beast.