Night settled over the village like a warning.
Cyan sat inside the old stone house, the fire crackling softly as his parents stood across from him. The tension in the room was heavy, weighed down by secrets that could no longer be hidden.
The man spoke first. "There is someone you must know about."
Cyan lifted his head. "Camil."
His father nodded. "Camil Valencrest. Your Brother."
Quinn and Mason exchanged uneasy glances.
"Camil is your older brother," Cyan's father continued. "He believes power should rule all. That vampires should never hide."
"And he has children," Cyan's mother added quietly.
She turned toward the doorway as three names echoed through the room like a curse.
"Ravian. Selene. Darius."
Cyan felt a chill. "My nephews and niece."
"Yes," his father said. "They were raised by Camil. Loyal to him. Ruthless."
Crayson frowned. "So they're the enemies you were hiding from."
"Not just enemies," Cyan's mother said. "They are hunters."
She stepped closer to Cyan, her voice softer now. "You need to understand what vampires truly are."
She explained how vampires were born with heightened senses—strength, speed, and awareness beyond humans. Their blood carried memory, meaning emotions and destiny could be passed down through generations. Not all vampires were cruel, but all were powerful.
"Balance is what keeps us from becoming monsters," she said. "Without it… we fall."
Cyan clenched his fists. "And I'm supposed to restore that balance?"
His father met his eyes. "You are the rebirth."
The room went silent.
Then—Quinn stood up.
"There's something you should know too," she said.
Mason exhaled slowly. "We didn't plan to tell you like this."
Cyan turned toward them, confused. "Tell me what?"
Quinn's eyes glowed faintly, not red—but gold.
"We're werewolves."
The words hit harder than any revelation before.
Crayson stiffened. "You're joking."
Mason shook his head. "No."
Cyan's breath caught as his parents reacted instantly, stepping protectively in front of him.
"Stay back," his father warned.
Quinn raised her hands. "We're not your enemies."
But Cyan felt it now—the tension in the air, ancient and undeniable. His blood pulsed, reacting to theirs.
Something was clear.
Vampires and werewolves were meant to be enemies.
Not by choice.
By fate.
Cyan stepped forward slowly. "Then why are you here?"
Quinn met his gaze. "Because fate doesn't know everything."
Outside the village, far beyond the wards, a tall figure stood beneath the moon, his crimson eyes glowing with satisfaction.
"So," Camil murmured, smiling, "the rebirth has friends."
Behind him, Ravian, Selene, and Darius watched in silence.
"The war," Camil said softly, "has finally begun."