Weeks had passed since the war with the Noctis.
The forest had grown green again. The sky no longer carried the smell of ash. The silence now was peaceful, filled with birdsong and soft wind.
Sara was finally living the life she had always wanted.
She had found balance — between her vampire strength and her werewolf soul. She trained in the mornings, laughed with Arya and Rohan at dinner, and often walked under the moon with Viraj by her side.
For the first time in her life… she was happy.
But peace never lasts forever.
It began with a dream.
Sara stood in a field of flames. In front of her, a circle of hooded women chanted in a language she didn't understand.
One of them turned and looked at her.
Her eyes were black, and her voice echoed like thunder.
"The child of night and moon must fall… before the witches lose it all."
Sara woke up gasping.
Later that day, Arya confirmed her fears.
"There's an old coven — the Umbra Sisters," she said. "They believe your power threatens the balance of magic."
Sara frowned. "I'm not a threat. I've done nothing to them."
"That doesn't matter," Arya said. "To them, you're proof that rules can be broken. That power can be born outside their control."
Rohan added, "They've stayed in hiding for centuries. If they're rising now… it means they're planning something."
Sara clenched her fists. "Let them come."
That night, they did.
The sky turned purple. Lightning danced across clouds. The wind howled like wolves in pain.
And then — they appeared.
Seven witches, floating above the ground. Their eyes glowing. Their hands sparking with ancient power.
The leader stepped forward.
"I am Elira, high witch of the Umbra. You should not exist."
Sara stood calmly in front of her house. "But I do."
"You carry forbidden blood. Vampire. Werewolf. Old soul. You are unnatural," Elira hissed.
"No," Sara said. "I'm just different."
The witches raised their hands.
So did Sara.
The fight was fierce.
Spells crashed like storms. Fire twisted with shadow. The sky opened with screams of magic.
But Sara didn't back down.
She moved like moonlight — fast, sharp, and untouchable.
Her claws deflected spells. Her vampire speed caught the witches off guard. And from deep inside her, a golden light burst — a power she had never used before.
Elira screamed, "What are you?!"
Sara stepped forward, her eyes glowing red and gold. "I am balance. I am the future. I am not afraid of you."
With a final roar, she sent a wave of light across the field — and the witches fell, their magic shattered like glass.
The storm faded.
As dawn rose, Arya and Rohan ran to her side.
"You did it," Arya whispered.
Sara looked at the burnt ground. "They were strong… but I'm stronger now. Because I know who I am."
Rohan smiled. "You're more than vampire or werewolf. You're Sara. And no one can take that from you."
Viraj arrived, breathless. "I saw the sky turn gold. Was that you?"
Sara nodded slowly. "Yes. I think… I've only just begun to discover what I can really do."
And as the sun rose higher in the sky, lighting the world with warmth and peace, Sara stood tall — a girl who had once been lost…
Now a warrior.
Now a legend.
Now herself.