PROLOGUE
When Blood Remembers
Long before the first church bell tolled in Veyruhn. Before wolves howled beneath the blood moon and kings carved borders into the land. There was a vow, a forbidden oath made between two immortals.
One bore fangs, kissed by shadow and thirst.
The other, claw and fury, bound to the wild and moon.
Their love defied law, bloodline, and fate. And so, the world punished them.
In the heart of the old world, where mist lingers like breath on cold glass and the stones remember every footstep, their story sleeps. But it is not gone.
Time means little to those who cannot die. Their names, though buried in forgotten tongues, echo still in the spaces between dreams.
And when the stars align and blood awakens, so too will the curse.
Now, centuries later, a girl stands on the threshold of Veyruhn. Seventeen. Unknowingly Haunted.
She carries no blade, no spell. Only questions and blood that sings with the memories of a love lost and a war unfinished.
The wolves sense her arrival.
The vampires stir in their crypts.
And the shadows… they whisper her name....