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Seraphine Vale knows monsters can bleed-she's watched their crimson essence seep between her fingers, felt their pulse flutter and fade beneath her touch.
A chimera wolf hybrid with silver-flecked eyes and claws that extend like obsidian daggers, Seraphine haunts the rain-slick shadows of a city where her kind are flayed for trophies or drained for elixirs. When she kneels beside a stranger drowning in his own blood, her healing magic crawls like luminescent spiders across his torn flesh-a beacon that ignites the hunger of predators who've been stalking her scent for years.
Lucien Morcant, the vampire whose marble-cold skin and blood-ruby eyes once promised protection, now watches her from rooftops with possessive hunger, his immortal heart a hollow chamber echoing only her name. Kael Draven, scales rippling beneath his skin like molten gold, returns trailing smoke and cinder, the dragon-wolf's burning amber gaze melting the ice Seraphine built around herself.
One tastes of grave soil and ancient wine. One of wildfire and raw, primal heat. Both leave bruises when they touch her-and neither will release their claim.
As crossbow bolts whistle through fog and silver chains rattle in hunters' fists, Seraphine stands where moonlight splits the cobblestones, her veins electric with power that makes shadows writhe. Loving creatures of twilight and dawn is her torment. Choosing between them may crack the city's foundations.
Because Seraphine isn't just another monster worth mounting on a wall-
she's the darkness that makes even demons pray for morning.
#ONC2026
Prompt #82: You're in love with someone living and someone long dead. Neither one is willing to let you go.