Eryx
*Two days in sanctuary time, fifteen minutes in the outside world*
Eryx stood at the edge of the practice circle, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool morning air of the sanctuary. For what felt like two intense days of training, he’d been learning to consciously harmonize the conflicting aspects of his hybrid nature—vampire speed with werewolf instincts, supernatural strength with human adaptability. The crystal pendant around his neck hummed with stored knowledge, each resonance pattern now as familiar as his own heartbeat.
“Better,” Lydia said, lowering her hands as the magical barriers around the practice area dissipated. “You’re beginning to understand that bridge-building isn’t about suppressing one nature to access another—it’s about letting them enhance each other
