Third Person POV
That morning, they left the mountain, the sky looked bruised… streaks of gray and violet bleeding into the horizon.
The Nhyrax gathered to see them off, their glowing eyes filled with quiet hope. The Master pressed his palm to Braxton’s chest before they departed, right above his heart.
“Remember what I told you,” he said. “The fire burns brightest when it’s tempered, not unleashed. In the vampire lands, control is survival.”
Braxton nodded, bowing his head in respect. Lukas, standing beside him, tried to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry, old man. We’ll behave. I promise not to make anyone bite me.”
Lucien rolled his eyes. “You’ll be lucky if they don’t drain your sarcasm first.”
Even Damon smirked a little before turning serious again. “Stay close to me when we cross
