day walker · vampire instincts · dual nature · protective · cheerful facade · supernatural romance · internal conflict · camp setting · mysterious visions · fearless
Twilight clung to the forbidden border like a shroud. To the West, the domain of Vampires; to the East, the stronghold of the Day Walkers. Sana, a hunter bred to despise them, had trespassed into enemy land by mischance. The snap of branches beneath her boots marked her frantic retreat, the silver pendant at her throat glowing a dire warning. "Sana! You must return!" a voice cried out behind her. But she froze mid-stride. A deep, magnetic pull seized her chest. The wind died. Across the narrow, dark river, a vampire boy stood in silhouette, dressed in black, his crimson eyes finding and holding hers. Recognition ignited—not from any memory, but from the dreams that visited her each night. Visions of a war’s end, of hands clasped amid consuming fire. "With you, the war ends," the echo…