Elara’s POV
I’ve lived for almost a hundred years and still haven’t found my mate. I wonder if the gods hate me.
My father isn’t making things easier. He wants me to take the throne, but that means finding my mate or taking a chosen one.
I’m currently hiding in the forest, far away from home, letting the moonlight wash over me as I sit on a moss-covered rock, my legs tucked beneath me. The forest is quiet tonight, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. It’s peaceful here, a stark contrast to the chaos of my life back at the palace.
I close my eyes, letting the cool night air brush against my skin. The moon is full, its silver glow filtering through the canopy above.
“Please, let me find my mate soon; I want to help the vampires, too,” I whispered t
