Eve POV:
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that what the council had created wasn't just unity—it was a fragile peace held together by a dark history. It was a house of cards, each faction playing its part to keep things smooth on the surface, but underneath? It was a mess of old wounds, bruised egos, and broken legacies.
The younger generations, those like me, might not feel it yet. They'd grown up in this peaceful, cooperative world, blissfully unaware of the bloodshed that had carved the path to where we stood now. But the old vampires? They had to be seething. The wolves who had led the rebellion? They probably hated the idea of being called equals with anyone, especially those who had once ruled over them.
