Chapter 58: Freezing
“Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness” —Sylvia Plath.
Okay, conversation with the wolf guy has turned cryptic. That doesn’t mean I’ll let myself be haunted by fear. In fact, I feel quite the opposite.
If the boy is not human, vampire or werewolf, then what is he? A brand new species? A hybrid? Well, technically, he can be considered a little bit of a hybrid now, since I’ve infused too much of my blood in his system. A bond has been born thanks to it, one that appears to be quite familiar with my studies —yet not entirely precise at the same time.
It’s a bond between maker and progeny. Or at least close to the one that I know off. The bond is not as solid as the label suggest, but there’s definitely something powerful there.
The tone is also differ
