NARRATOR

While vampires and sorcerers fought to the death, the werewolves advanced through the forest until they reached the outskirts of the cemetery.

The clouds raced across the sky, blocking the moonlight, driven by the wind that violently shook the treetops; the damp scent lingered in the air.

In the distance, powerful lightning illuminated the night, and a dark storm loomed over the vampire prince's castle. At any moment, torrential rain would pour down, as if it were a manifestation of his own feelings.

“Zarek is enraged,” Gabrielle announced. She didn’t need her eyes to sense it; his fury seemed to transcend all barriers.

“Quinn, can you sense your sister?” Aldric asked. They had been advancing tirelessly all afternoon and night.

“It’s confusing, but it feels like she’s beneath us, maybe underground or something. I’ve tried reaching out to her wolf, but I can't connect.”

Quinn frowned, deeply worried and, above all, struggling to believe that he had allowed Gabrielle to come al