(BLUE'S POV)
The woods felt heavier now, like the ancient pines themselves were leaning in to listen. Victor's words still echoed between the trees—'father, prophecy, new race'—each one a knife twisting deeper into my chest. I wanted to laugh it off. Vampires didn't have children. We didn't have prophecies that rewrote the rules of night and blood. We were curses, not legacies.
But deep down, in the place where my once-dead heart had begun to beat again, I knew.
