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The war was being brought to an end in the blink of an eye, and as a result, had become more brutal—the weapons becoming more advanced as both sides perfected ways to kill one another. In short, nothing, not even time, stopped the Vampires and Lycans from tearing each other apart.
All events of Derek’s Rebellion had been expunged from the Vampire’s historical texts, all except the death of Prince Stiles. After seducing the young prince with honeyed words and loving actions, Derek was freed to build his army and wreak havoc on the Vampires. It was written that by Derek’s own hand, Stiles was put to death—exposed to the sunlight.
Or so Gerard claims.
Peter, Vampire Elder and uncle of Derek, disappeared from sight that night, only whispers in the dark being spoken about his location. His true motivations are unknown to both Lycan and Vampire.
As the war raged on, Derek’s forces outnumbered the Vampires, consisting of both Lycan and wolves, Derek’s own howl controlling the previously mindless wolves.
Centuries had passed since Kate, daughter of Gerard, claimed that she had set the fire that burned the Lycans and their stronghold to the ground. She claimed that Derek was amongst the singed ruins. Without an Alpha to guide them, the Lycans fell into disarray and hiding. As they grew fewer in number, the Vampires easily dispatched nest after nest of them, outnumbering them in both Death Dealers and weapons.
Or so the Vampires were led to believe …
