MARSHALL'S POV
The night was still, and the moon cast its pale light over the city as I left Graham's place. My mind was in a bad state, filled with thoughts of Freya and the unresolved tension between us. I couldn't shake off the encounter at the restaurant, the way her eyes bore into my soul, leaving a mark on my heart.
As I walked through the darkened streets, memories of our previous encounters flooded my mind. From the moment I first laid eyes on her during one of the vampire hunts, I knew she was different. Freya's determination, her strength, and her commitment to her cause captivated me.
My loyalty to my vampire brethren had always been strong. For centuries, I had lived among them, finding solace in the dark corners of the world. I had witnessed the rise and fall of countless
