“I really thought he saw me as a daughter,” she whispered, sitting down on the cold stone steps beside the ancient casket. “I had no idea I was just another pawn… that he’d use me to destroy my own people.”

Ryanne knelt beside her, his tone soft but steady. “It’s not about vampires or werewolves, Rose. Good and evil don’t wear fangs or fur. I’ve met kind werewolves and cruel vampires, and vice versa. The stories our ancestors told… maybe they were poisoned by pain ...