THE WEREWOLF AND THE VAMPIRE KING

Seraphina, an ordinary werewolf, has spent her life on the run, hunted for reasons unknown, surviving on instinct and a prayer. Dominic, the ruthless King of Vampires, rules with an iron fist, his heart frozen by betrayal. Their worlds collide in a desperate, fated encounter that shatters Seraphina's precarious peace and awakens something long dormant within Dominic. Will her light melt his icy exterior, or will his darkness consume her? Dive into a tale of ancient rivalries, unexpected connections, and the raw power of a love destined to challenge the very nature of their beings.

THE WEREWOLF AND THE VAMPIRE KING

Seraphina, an ordinary werewolf, has spent her life on the run, hunted for reasons unknown, surviving on instinct and a prayer. Dominic, the ruthless King of Vampires, rules with an iron fist, his heart frozen by betrayal. Their worlds collide in a desperate, fated encounter that shatters Seraphina's precarious peace and awakens something long dormant within Dominic. Will her light melt his icy exterior, or will his darkness consume her? Dive into a tale of ancient rivalries, unexpected connections, and the raw power of a love destined to challenge the very nature of their beings.

The chill of the night wrapped around Seraphina as she navigated the desolate city streets. Every shadow seemed to stretch and twist, a potential hiding place or a looming threat. She clutched her worn backpack, its meager contents a testament to her life on the run. Warnings of recent attacks echoed in her mind, making her acutely aware of the danger, yet an inexplicable restlessness urged her onward.

Her wolf, Lilith, stirred within her, a low hum of unease. Seraphina longed for the freedom of open fields or the dense canopy of a forest, places where Lilith could run wild. But the city, despite its concrete confinement, held a strange pull tonight.

As she neared the national park, the faint sound of footsteps behind her sent a jolt of adrenaline through her veins. Not the familiar heavy boots of the hunters, but something lighter, almost delicate, yet undeniably menacing. Before she could react, cold arms encircled her, and a raspy voice whispered too close for comfort.