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ARIANA'S POV.

Weeks later, after meeting upon meeting with the wolves, trying to come to a decision, we were having the final meeting.

The grand hall was quiet, save for the shuffling of documents and the low murmurs of those gathered. The treaty had been signed, marking the end of centuries of bloodshed between vampires and wolves.

Representatives from each side—Alpha Drake, Luke's friend, who had taken over for Luke since he was sick, and me the Queen of the vampire lands— stood across from each other, the heavy wooden table between us now symbolic of unity instead of division.

"Well," Drake said, rolling up the document, and placing it into a folder. "It's done. I never thought I'd see the day when our packs would drink wine with your lot rather than each other's blood." He said, and I smirked, showing a glint of my fanged teeth.