In a forest full of shadows,the bloody battle between werewolves and vampires has ended,leaving a trail of destruction.Amid the smell of blood and ash,Bram,a young werewolf who had just lost his parents in battle,staggered.His dim yellow eyes swept across the battlefield.He felt devastated,but a voice caught his attention.

A soft cry was heard from behind the bush.Cautiously,he approached the sound,claws and fangs ready.However,instead of an enemy,he found a small child with glowing red eyes and a tiny body covered in blood.The child was hugging something tightly—a small,worn doll.

“What are you doing here?”

Bram's voice sounded cold,even though there was a strange feeling in his chest.