YeLang

Sometimes, real strength means choosing love.

Oldgrove is finally finding peace. The pack is healing, and old wounds are closing. Even Nereus—the once sworn enemy of the alpha—seems to be changing.
But this fragile truce won’t last long. A new shadow looms, ready to strike when bonds are strongest.

Amid the calm, an unexpected love blooms between Mu Yang, a young werewolf doctor, and Jia Hao, a vampire warrior.
Divided by race, upbringing, and duty, they must learn to trust, protect, and love each other. Because when danger rises, only true connection can make the difference.

Black Moon (The Bloodline of the Lowlands #4)

Christopher had asked Anthony if he could speak with the vampire who had saved the werewolf, so they had arranged to meet outside Oldgrove.

The packmaster looked down at the moonlit valley beneath him. Snow blanketed the hillsides in pristine white, while the cold breeze bit at his face and bare hands. The air was crisp and thin.

He didn't turn when he heard the footsteps of the two vampires climbing up the hill.

"Maybe we should find a proper place for our meetings, since they've become so frequent."

Christopher smiled at Anthony. "You're right." Then he turned to the vampire with him. Tall and slender, with Asian features—almond-shaped eyes, delicate cheekbones, and short hair, just a bit longer in front, falling in tousled locks. He extended a hand.

"Thank you. Mu Yang wouldn't have survived if you hadn't come to his aid. I owe you a debt."

"You know we don't do debts between us," Anthony interrupted.

Christopher nodded, smiling. Then he addressed the vampire again. "I wanted to ask—were you able to see who fired the shot?"

"Unfortunately not. I heard the silenced gunshot while I was on patrol. By the time I got there, the shooter had already fled. I'm sorry." He paused. "I wanted to know if Mu Yang is alright."

Chris nodded. "Yes, he'll be discharged in a few days. He's asked if he could meet you, if that's alright."

The vampire glanced at Anthony, who nodded. "I would be glad to."

"Good. We'll find a safe place for you to meet then. Thanks to both of you."

The three of them started down the hill, reached their cars, and went their separate ways.

Christopher returned to the villa and headed to Markus's room. "Any news?"

The packmaster sat down on one of the armchairs and ran a hand through his hair.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" he muttered, more to himself than to the wolf beside him.

Markus's blue eyes met his. "We'll try to find out."

Chris rubbed his temples. He wished for some peace. After defeating Nereus, he had hoped for a prosperous time for the pack—no dangers, no enemies... He had been naïve to hope for that at all...

Chapter 5