Exiting the Wolfdale area, Tristan furrowed his brow as he observed groups of werewolves and vampires moving in unison towards Wolfdale.
"Has the news of Freya's pregnancy spread this quickly? Damn! What kind of chaos is about to unfold?" Tristan muttered to himself.
Contemplating the situation, he pressed harder on the gas pedal. He needed to reach Donovan's home swiftly and navigate the impending turmoil.
The urgency of the moment weighed heavily on him as he envisioned the potential clashes between werewolves and vampires, sparked by the revelation of Freya's pregnancy.
Tristan's car sped through the night, weaving through the darkened streets as the urgency of the situation pressed upon him.
The distant howls of werewolves and the subtle hum of vampire whispers merged into an unsettling symphony, foretelling the brewing tension.
