Blood-Bound

Prologue

The air hangs thick with the scent of woodsmoke and fear. Villages lie in ruin, their fields trampled, their people scattered or enslaved. Under the blood moon's glow, the howls of the Lunar Ascendancy echo through the ravaged lands, a promise of further brutality. Valorin bleeds. The ancient treaty between humans, vampires, and werewolves has shattered. While the vampire lords remain aloof in their shadowed citadels, the werewolves hunt with impunity, driven by a savage hunger for dominance. Hope dwindles with each passing night, and the whispers of resistance grow fainter. But embers still glow in the darkness. A spark of defiance flickers in the hearts of those who refuse to surrender. Allies will be found in the most unlikely of places, and whispers of rebellion carry on the wind. The long night has just begun.