NARRATOR

Lavinia, unconscious in Elliot’s arms, now in his human form, and Katherine, also clinging to the werewolf’s chest—both kneeling.

Wounded and beyond exhaustion, but alive. Very much alive.

Under the rain, Katherine met her man's blue eyes, and they melted into a desperate embrace, before she showered frantic kisses on their daughter’s forehead.

That’s when she noticed the pendant resting against the child’s chest. They had a rough idea now—this was magic. Lavinia’s magic had saved them.

A transmigration spell. Lavinia was special, just like Bella.

Katherine had never been the heir to that unique magic, as everyone had believed. It was her daughter.

Kath’s tears mixed with the rain.

"It’s over now, love. It’s over." Elliot tried to console her.

But deep inside, neither he nor Vorath were as calm as they pretended to be. He looked up through the downpour.

It was almost impossible that His Majesty hadn’t sensed all this supernatural power clashing in the air. Sometimes, Elliot w