Lucien Drave
Five months had passed, and the world we had fought so hard to protect had finally settled into peace.
The witches had healed, Elara's family had been reunited, and the humans who had once been enslaved by the vampires were now free to return home, rebuilding their lives from the ground up.
Even Ronan's family had found joy in an unexpected blessing—the birth of their grandson.
Little Callum, named for Ronan's late father, was a miracle in every sense. Half-human, half-witch, he carried the legacy of both of my lover's bloodlines within him.
He was a quiet child, always watching the world around him with curious, intelligent eyes. He spent most of his days wrapped in the loving embrace of Ronan's mother and grandfather, a reminder that even in the aftermath of darkness, life could still blossom.
But tonight wasn't about the past or the battles we had won. Tonight was about us.
