Seasons passed.
The Silverfang pack and the Bloodveil coven did not become allies overnight, but they ceased their endless killing. Trade began where bloodshed once reigned. Meetings replaced battles.
And at the heart of it all stood Kael and Selene—symbols of what once seemed impossible.
They built a sanctuary at the edge of the forest, a place where wolves and vampires could meet without claws or fangs. At first, few came. But slowly, cautiously, more arrived.
Selene stood on the balcony one evening, watching wolves and vampires exchange wary words below. Kael slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"You did this," he whispered against her ear.
Selene leaned back against him, smiling softly. "No. We did this."
For the first time in centuries, hope stirred in Duskvale.