*Aloria*
The healer’s words hang in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and ominous. “Aloria, it’s not that simple,” she replies, her voice steady but firm. “You aren’t becoming a vampire in the traditional sense. The essence of the vampire poison you’ve have been i fetched with is fighting with your own spirit. It’s a battle of instincts, and while it can amplify your hunger, it doesn’t mean you’ll turn completely.”
“But what if I can’t fight it?” I press, panic rising in my chest like a tide threatening to swallow me whole. The thought of losing myself… of becoming something dark and predatory… fills me with dread. I think of the way I nearly attacked River, of the frantic hunger that had driven me to bite him. “What if I hurt someone again?”
River, who has been standing silently by my
