That night, outside the imposing walls of Wolfdale Castle, Ethan prowled the darkened landscape with careful steps. Though he was not a vampire, his drive to expand his pack pushed him to seek new members beyond the castle's territory.
However, the risks were substantial.
He had been branded a traitor among fellow werewolves, his ambitions ridiculed by vampires. To make matters worse, the Glade of Union, led by Fenrir Moonfire—Gabriel's father—was always on his tail, threatening severe consequences for any misstep.
The chill of the night air bit at Ethan's skin as he moved cautiously, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. The sound of footsteps suddenly froze him in his tracks.
His instincts kicked in, alerting him to an approaching presence. Emerging from the darkness were two vampires, their eyes glowing red with disdain.
"What are you doing here?" one of the vampires asked, his voice dripping with scorn.
