MARSHALL'S POV
The moon cast a glow through the window of my room, bathing everything in its silver light. Selene's visit had left a trail of questions in its wake, each one a thread that tugged at the fabric of my understanding. As I sat in the quiet solitude of my chamber, the weight of her words settled over me like a shroud of mystery.
Her revelations had been cryptic, a mix of half-truths and veiled implications. A gathering that could reshape the world, a convergence of forces that spanned the realms of vampires and hunters. It was a tale that seemed torn from the pages of ancient legends, a narrative woven with intrigue and uncertainty.
I leaned back against the plush cushions of my chair, my mind a swirl of thoughts that refused to find coherence. Selene's intentions were a laby
