The woman stood and looked upstream. It was cold but it was February. It was cold but not the cold of the war. That gnawing cold that the Vampires had spread across the world. That winter that had lasted a decade and been the destruction of so many and so much.

Lisa pulled her cloak around her tighter against the cold and the memory of that long cold and bloody time. She felt so alone so many close to her gone, Mathew ripped to pieces by his own kind, Rachel valiantly fell holding back the hordes of Vampires with so many of her kind. There were so few of the werewolves left now. Faye had been the hardest to take,she had betrayed them but had repented as she died… Something no other Vampire had ever done.

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