**Ravyn**
The makeshift laboratory in the old barn looked nothing like what Ravyn had expected. Clean white tables lined the walls, medical equipment hummed quietly in corners, and the scent of antiseptic overpowered the usual hay and leather smells. Laurent had worked through the night to set up the space, bringing in vampire researchers who specialized in blood work and immunity studies.
“Just a small sample today,” Dr. Morel said gently, preparing the needle with practiced efficiency. She was a petite vampire with kind eyes who had introduced herself as a former medical researcher before her turning. “We’ll start with basic analysis and work up from there.”
Ravyn sat in the examination chair, Grayson’s hand steady in hers as she watched her blood fill the small vials. Three samples—o
