After another year of record low blood supply, the Vampires initiated the Second Great War against the Wolves.

It was also around this time that the Pureblood, bred by the greatest house and born to the highest bloodline for the sole reason of leading the attack, disappeared.

Hunters and trackers searched every corner of the land, but to no avail.

No one has seen or heard from him since.

Some even theorized that the news of a Pureblood born to the Dietrich household was made up to build up hype for the then upcoming war.

However, years later, certain rumors surfaced.

A vampire possessing a unique ability was going around to heal all ailments of the Disabled.

Those who couldn't stand the sunlight finally were able to walk out and see the light of day. Those with odd deformities could now roam freely without the burden of disgracing their houses. For them, it was no longer a hopeless dream to belong to society.

Because of this supreme being, the disgraceful "Disabled" caste was inching towards total eradication, marking the first major revamp in the caste hierarchy in millennia.

Where there was an outcast in need, a miracle would follow.

And soon, it became apparent that it was the work of none other than a Pureblood. When the Elders heard of this, they once again engaged in numerous efforts to retrieve him only to bump into continued disappointment.

It was impossible to ever track him, but it was extremely difficult to not recognize him if one did see him.

Word has it that the Pureblood's appearance was matched by no other, exceeding that of his predecessor. Not even the highest of noble lords and ladies could imitate half his grace and elegance. There was also nowhere he went without a certain red-eyed beauty who carried herself with equal charm and refinement.

But more notably, the Pureblood always proudly wore his own pair of crimson alongside hers.

Final a/n: The final chapter (the one after this) is not a part of this book. Evelyn's story is officially concluded.