The wind howled across the cliff's edge, curling around Xavier's tall frame like ghostly fingers. His golden eyes glinted in the moonlight, locked on the dark silhouette of Knight's Mansion perched atop the hill. The ancient stone structure loomed like a beast at rest—silent, watchful, and ready to devour any foolish enough to disturb its slumber.
His lips curled into a tight line. He could feel her. Seraphina.
She's inside, his wolf growled from within.
Xavier didn't move, his eyes narrowing. And so is she… Adrianna.
The name lingered in his mind like the sting of a fresh wound.
His wolf growled again. Adrianna is not your mission tonight. Seraphina comes first. Bring her home.
He nodded slowly, jaw tight. "I know."
Adrianna... she had chosen the vampire king. He didn't want to believe it, but every sign pointed to that truth. A painful truth.
