LOGINThird Person POV "You are not buying ice cream." Anton didn't even look up from tying his shoelaces. "I wasn't planning to." "You were thinking about it." "I was thinking about getting groceries." "Liar." Anton stood and reached for his car keys. "I need vegetables." "You came home with three tubs of chocolate ice cream last time." "That was different." "You said we needed milk." "We did." "You bought one bottle of milk." "I know." "And three tubs of ice cream." He looked at her with complete seriousness. "It was on sale." Hannah folded her arms. "You have absolutely no self-control." "I have excellent self-control." "You ate one entire tub in a single night." "I was emotional." She laughed. "What were you emotional about?" "I watched a documentary." "...About?" "Penguins." Hannah blinked. "You cried over penguins?" "They were trying their best." She burst into laughter. Anton pointed accusingly. "Don't judge me." "I'
Third Person's POV Morning sunlight streamed through the apartment windows, spilling warm patches of gold across the hardwood floor. For the first time in days, Hannah didn't wake with a knot in her stomach. The previous night's vision still lingered in fragments—two moons hanging over an ancient valley, wolves and vampires standing side by side, a woman with milky white eyes speaking of futures yet to come. It had been terrifying. It had nearly killed her. But something else remained with her. A pair of cool arms wrapped around her as she'd shaken uncontrollably. A gentle kiss pressed against her forehead. A quiet voice promising that she wasn't alone. She closed her eyes briefly. The memory made her smile despite herself. Anton noticed. He looked up from the frying pan where he was attempting to make breakfast and pointed the spatula at her. "You're smiling." "I'm allowed to smile." "You haven't smiled before coffee in... honestly, I don't remember.
Hannah's POV The vision began with a heartbeat. Not mine. Someone else's. Slow. Ancient. Powerful. It echoed through my head once. Twice. Then the world disappeared. --- At first there was only darkness. The kind that existed before the first sunrise. Before kingdoms. Before wolves. Before vampires. Before history remembered itself. Then Light. A valley stretched before me, untouched by civilization. Mountains pierced the clouds in the distance while an enormous silver lake reflected the moon overhead. Except... There were two moons. One white. One crimson. A shiver raced down my spine. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't the future. This had already happened. Somehow... I was watching the past. People emerged from the forest. Not ordinary people. The first thing I noticed was the silence. No conversations. No laughter. Only purpose. On one side stood wolves. Dozens of them. Massive. Powerful. They shifte
Atreus POV The summons arrived before sunrise. Most people imagined vampire politics as dramatic declarations delivered by cloaked messengers. Reality was considerably less theatrical. A single black envelope rested on the desk in my study when I woke. No servant had seen who placed it there. No guards had sensed anyone entering the estate. The crimson seal pressed into the wax bore only one symbol. A sun encircled by thirteen stars. The Council of Daywalkers. There were only two reasons the elders convened the full council. War. Or prophecy. I broke the seal. A single line had been written in elegant handwriting. The council gathers at first light. Attendance is required. No signature. There didn't need to be one. --- The council chamber lay beneath one of the oldest buildings in Los Angeles. From the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than an abandoned cathedral swallowed by time. Inside, it was another matter entirely. Ancient ston
Hannah's POV Anger was exhausting. I'd always imagined it would feel powerful. Instead, it felt heavy. Like carrying a backpack filled with rocks everywhere I went. The worst part wasn't even the anger itself. It was how much energy it took to stay angry at someone I still loved. Every morning I woke up determined to hate Atreus a little more. Every night I went to bed remembering something that made hating him impossible. The way he'd laughed when Anton accused him of being suspicious simply because he never blinked enough. The patient way he'd explained vampire history because I'd been genuinely curious. The afternoon we'd spent at the beach, arguing over whether seagulls were evil. His terrible sense of humor. The quiet smile he'd always worn whenever I started rambling about books. Those memories refused to disappear. I hated them. Mostly because they made me smile. And smiling felt dangerously close to forgiving him. I wasn't ready for that.
Atreus POV I called Hannah six times. She answered none of them. The first time, I told myself she needed space. The second, I reminded myself she had every right to ignore me. By the sixth call, I stopped trying to justify it. She wasn't ready to speak to me. Maybe she never would be. The thought sat heavily in my chest as I lowered the phone and stared out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. Morning sunlight poured into the room, bathing the city below in warm gold. Normally, I enjoyed mornings. Daywalkers always did. It reminded us that we were different from the rest of our kind. Today, I barely noticed it. The text I sent to her was on delivered. I had sent only one text. I'm sorry. Nothing more. No explanations. No excuses. Nothing that demanded a response. She'd read it an hour ago. She hadn't answered. I deserved that. A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in." The office door opened. Tyler stepped inside.
Cora's POV The truth didn’t explode my world the way I thought it would. It didn’t come like fire or lightning or some dramatic shattering moment where everything fell apart at once. Instead, it settled into me slowly, like snow piling up overnight. Silent. Heavy. Impossible to ignore by morni
Cora's POV The sunlight barely pierced the horizon when I woke, my chest tight, pulse racing. My heart thudded erratically, as though it had been running for hours. Sweat clung to my hair, and I couldn’t shake the vivid fragments of the dream. I was small, barely more than a child, running thro
Eric POV The call comes just after dawn. I’m already awake when my phone vibrates on the bedside table, the low buzz cutting through the quiet like a warning. My wolf lifts its head immediately, alert, instincts sharpening before my mind fully catches up. Anton’s name flashes across the scree
Cora’s POV The dining hall had never felt so large. It was ridiculous, really. I had eaten here a hundred times before. Laughed here. Fought here. Thrown bread at Hannah here. Sat across from Eric while he pretended not to watch me like I was the only person in the room. But tonight it felt li







