C57 THE RESOUNDING VOICE OF CRIMSON

The night had never been so quiet.

Not even the wind feared to breathe.

Elara gazed beneath a sky split open by crimson light. Clouds bled into each other, glistening like wounded silk as the storm’s pulse rang across the valley. Every drop of rain hissed where it reached the ground – too warm, too alive, as if the skies themselves had begun to bleed.

And next to her… Damon.

The Alpha King