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Despite her hybrid origins, Celine had given birth to a true Vlad—through and through. Deadly, fierce, and beautiful, just like the creatures of the night.

Her eyes carried reddish tones, and her long brown hair cascaded down to her rounded backside, clad in tight black leather pants.

"Ugh, sorry, Vicky! I’m just so excited to see you all—it’s been too long. Lyra!"

Amara rushed toward the woman who looked more like a goddess than a mere mortal. Silvery platinum hair flowed gracefully, and her striking silver eyes gleamed with joy.

Her inner wolf, a powerful Alpha, pressed her muzzle against Amara’s in greeting. The two of them had always gotten along well.

Lavinia approached as well, her thick cloak billowing behind her.

"Nyx," she greeted the dark-haired woman who had come to meet her. Their personalities—both composed and thoughtful—were eerily similar.

"Lavi, I’m so glad we could all gather here," the Selenia woman embraced her warmly.

They had always had great chemistry,