The evening air was cool as Alaric made his way back home, the streets growing darker with each passing minute. His thoughts were tangled, caught between concern for Evelyn and the unnerving encounter with the hostile werewolf aura that had trailed them. He knew this was just the beginning—tensions between vampires and werewolves were rising, and he was stuck right in the middle of it.
As he neared his neighborhood, Alaric's mind drifted back to Evelyn. There was something about her unease that troubled him. He didn't regret walking her home, but it made him wonder just how deep her involvement went. Whether she was a pawn in her family's games or something more, he would have to stay alert.
