Clara
I wound tightly knitted yarn as I listened to the vampire woman speak. She had a melodic, soothing voice. Ronan, who must know the story by heart, looked utterly entranced as he listened, too.
“So,” Jules said, “you were wondering how the Warren came to be.”
I nodded.
“Well, it was a long time ago. I was a young girl then. The war between the wolf folk and the Old Blood had taken a nasty turn.”
I tapped her arm, and wrote, “Old Blood?”
“Oh, them. You don’t know who your people are fighting?” Jules asked.
“Vampires,” I wrote.
“Well, I’m a vampire and I’m surely not fighting any war,” Jules said with a laugh. “What about you, Ronan?”
He shook his head.
“The vampires your people are fighting are the Old Blood. Vampire nobility,” Jules explained. “Hm. I guess I have to talk ab
