The night was calm—too calm.
Eva stood on the balcony of the Silverstone stronghold, watching the trees sway in the quiet wind. The moon was climbing higher, casting its silver light over the courtyard. Inside, her warriors were preparing. Every corridor echoed with the sound of sharpening blades, whispered prayers, and soft footsteps.
Her hand rested over her belly. The twins inside her stirred. She could feel them—opposites fighting in silence. One heartbeat steady and strong. The other faster, colder, pulsing with shadows. She didn’t know how much time she had left before they were born. But she knew one thing: they had to survive tonight.
A sudden noise shattered the stillness.
The bell. The ancient bronze signal bell that hung in the center of the pack lands rang loud and sharp, its sound slicing through the night like a scream.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Eva’s eyes widened.
“They’re here,” she whispered, spinning around and running toward the war room.
Max met her in the hallway, already armored, his eyes blazing. “The borders,” he said quickly. “They’ve breached the east wall. Rogues. Vampires. And some of our own… traitors.”
Dany was right behind him, growling as he loaded his weapons. “We counted at least fifty. Maybe more.”
Tiana’s voice was steady but tense. “They timed it perfectly. Right as the moon shifts. And Eva… the moon’s turning.”
Eva froze. The moon was the color of blood. The prophecy. The children. The war.
Everything was happening at once.
“I’ll protect the den,” she said, voice firm. “The pups are still in the nursery. If they get through, they’ll go for them.”
“No,” Max said quickly, grabbing her arm. “You shouldn’t be near the front lines—”
“I’m not asking,” Eva said, pulling free. “They want me? Let them come.”
They moved fast. Silverstone warriors surged through the gates, weapons drawn, claws extended. The Crescent wolves joined them, shoulder to shoulder, a unified front despite all the old grudges. Tonight, they fought as one.
Flames lit up the tree line as the first wave crashed through the darkness. Growls. Screams. The clash of steel and fang.
Eva didn’t hesitate.
She shifted mid-run, silver fur erupting across her skin, her bones cracking as she transformed into her massive wolf form. The ground shook beneath her paws as she tore through the trees, her eyes fixed on the nursery ahead.
Two vampires waited for her there—guarding the entrance like they owned it.
She lunged without a sound.
The first fell quickly, her claws slashing across his throat, blood spraying against the den wall. The second tried to run, but she was faster. She pinned him with her jaws, crushing his neck with a single snap.
The pups were safe. For now.
Behind her, Dany and Tiana fought back to back. She could hear Dany shouting, “Left!” just as Tiana spun and stabbed a rogue in the heart with her silver blade.
Max was near the front line, leading the charge like a true Alpha, taking down three rogues at once with brutal precision.
The battle raged on. The ground turned red with blood. The trees echoed with cries.
Then, just as Eva turned to move again, the world went quiet.
Too quiet.
A strange pressure filled the air. The wind stilled. The moon, already blood-red, seemed to pulse in the sky like a beating heart.
And then he appeared.
Sylvester stepped out from the shadows like death itself, his long coat soaked in blood, his fangs glinting in the moonlight.
Eva shifted back to her human form, breathing heavily, blood smeared across her armor. Her eyes locked onto his.
“Sylvester,” she hissed.
He smiled slowly, calmly, as if the chaos meant nothing to him. “You’ve grown strong, Eva. I knew the mark would bring it out in you.”
She stepped forward, power crackling around her. “You should’ve stayed buried in your shadows. I won’t let you near them.”
Sylvester tilted his head. “Them? You mean your precious twins?” He chuckled. “Eva, you didn’t pick a side… so I picked for you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He stepped aside—and Eva’s heart nearly stopped.
From the trees behind him emerged a figure.
Georgina.
Alive.
But not human. Not anymore.
Her skin was pale, her eyes glowing red, and her movements were wrong—too smooth, too quiet. She was turned. A vampire now. Deadly. Changed forever.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
Summary & Review: Comrade
