The blood in the third vial looks wrong.
I can’t explain it, which is what bothers me, but something about it is wrong… My hands are shaking again. I try to steady them, but it won’t work. It smears in weird, patchy lines, almost as if it doesn’t want to be there or is trying to hide.
This is my blood.
Three days have passed since Elara drained me, watching impassively as if I were an unstable force. I can still see her expression clearly. She doesn’t appear afraid, not in the conventional sense. She looked focused and detached. She views me as a problem, and she’s set on fixing it, regardless of what it takes.
My hands are shaking again, and I try to steady them, but it does not work.
It is not merely fear; it’s here. The presence within me.
My wolf, if that is even the right word y
