The night the skies turned crimson, the world changed.
Smoke bled through the clouds like bruises spreading across the heavens. The earth cracked beneath ancient powers, and the veil between the living and the damned thinned to a whisper. Supernaturals-once hidden in shadows-were forced into a war none of them wanted, led by two men once sworn as brothers.
Cassian Silverthorne, the protector of balance.
Daelen Vera, the one who shattered it.
Their war scorched everything.
I remember the screams.
The scent of ash in my mother's hair as she ran.
The cold silence of my father's final howl.
And the boy with storm-colored eyes, who tried to save me.
I didn't know it then, but that night rewrote my blood.
Something woke inside me-something old, something dangerous.
They called it a miracle I survived.
They were wrong. It was a warning.
Because I am not just a girl.
I am the heir to the fire they tried to extinguish.
The bloodline they swore to erase.
The secret they buried beneath thirteen years of lies.
And now... I remember.