Nicholas~
I stood there in Vincent's dimly lit room, the air thick with tension that felt like it could snap at any moment. My best friend Katrina—Kat, as I always called her—clutched Vincent's hand like it was her lifeline, her blue eyes flashing with that fierce determination I knew so well. But the intruders—her family, my family by extension—had just dropped a bomb that shattered the fragile peace we'd scraped together. Uncle Zane, the towering Lycan King with his red eyes and that aura of barely contained fury, had stepped forward, his voice rumbling like thunder rolling in from a distant storm.
"Katrina, sweetheart... I'm sorry. But you and Vincent... you can't be together anymore. It's over. For good."
