"Have there ever been a time where werewolves and vampires lived together?" Luna asked, raising her head from her ice cream cup.
Her delicate fingers curled around the frosty ice cream cup, its chilly surface sending a shiver up her arm. The velvety scent of vanilla wafted through the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked cookies that filled Rachel's cozy apartment.
The soft glow of the evening sun cast a warm, golden hue upon Luna's ebony hair, creating an ethereal halo around her face as she lifted her head.
The question hung in the air, suspended like a fragile spider's web caught between two worlds. Luna's eyes, flecked with traces of amber, sparkled with curiosity and a touch of longing.
Rachel's piercing emerald eyes, framed by a cascade of auburn curls, mirrored Luna's yearning for knowledge.
