The city never slept. It pulsed with life under the glaring lights, the constant hum of traffic, the rush of crowds, and the distant whispers of secrets too dangerous to be spoken aloud. Beneath the glittering surface of modernity, hidden in plain sight, a world far darker and older than anyone could imagine existed.
It was a world that lived by its own laws—a world where immortals walked among the living, where the shadows were as dangerous as the daylight, and where blood was both the price of power and the foundation of every secret.
There was no truce between them. The vampires, cold and calculating, ruled the night with an iron grip, their lineage stretching back centuries. In contrast, the werewolves, untamed and fierce, lurked at the edges of the city like predators in search of prey, their loyalty only to the pack, their fates entwined with the cycles of the moon.
For years, the two species had kept their distance, the fragile peace maintained by fear, necessity, and the unspoken understanding that war would be devastating. Yet peace, like all things built on violence, was a mere illusion.
And now, that illusion was crumbling.
Far below the city's skyscrapers, in the heart of its forgotten streets, two figures stood on opposite ends of a battle that would reshape everything.
One was a vampire—Sophia Knight, daughter of the most powerful vampire family in the world, who had lived centuries in the dark, running from her own history. A history she would soon learn was tied to something far more dangerous than her bloodline—something that could tear apart the fragile world they had built.
The other was a werewolf—Ethan Blackwood, heir to the oldest werewolf clan, torn between his duty to his pack and his growing feelings for the vampire who could destroy everything he believed in.
The night of the blood moon was drawing near. It was a night of prophecy. A night when the lines between hunter and prey would blur, when alliances would be tested, and when the very fabric of their existence would be torn apart.
As the city stirred with the murmur of violence and promises of betrayal, one truth remained clear: only one would survive. Only one could lead. Only one could claim dominion over the blood that ruled them all.
And as the first red streaks of dawn broke over the horizon, they would both have to decide: who were they, really, beneath the weight of centuries? And would they stand as enemies, or fight as something far worse?
The clock was ticking.
The blood moon was rising.