Nobela ni Ag baby

Davorin was waiting outside, pacing like a restless animal. The second he saw me, his eyes searched my face.“Well?” he asked.“I’m… half vampire,” I said, still trying to wrap my own tongue around the words. “A dhampir. Apparently that’s illegal. And—” I took a shaky breath, “—they’re sending me to Ravenhill Academy.”His brows shot up, his eyes has so many questions. “A dhampir? How? And Ravenhill? That’s……That’s my academy.”I let out a short laugh. “I know it’s a lot. I will tell you all about it. Guess that means we’re schoolmates now.”For a moment, his expression softened, like he wanted to say something comforting.“I’m here for you.’ He says.“I want to see my mother, the councillor says I’d be leaving anytime soon”We walked together to the healer’s wing. The air smelled faintly of herbs and antiseptic, and my chest tightened as I stepped into my mother’s room.She was sitting by the window, eyes fixed at a spot. Her hair was loose around her face, and she was humming, soft

I just… stared at her.For a long time, with my mouth wide open. Not blinking. Not breathing right. Trying to make sense of the words that had just fallen out of her mouth like they were not meant to crush my whole life in one blow.“So you’re telling me,” I said slowly, saying each word like it might burn me if I rushed, “that I…... I’m half vampire?”“Yes,” the councilor said in that calm, serene voice of hers, like she was explaining the weather forecast. “A dhampir to be precise.”I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching.“Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth.“Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”Except………Except it did make sense, didn’t it? If I stopped pret

The ride to the Council house was quick, the SUV stopped in front of a portal already conjured. I’ve never seen the council house or what it looks like, but I know we’d have to go through the portal. I barely had time to blink before they were shoving me forward straight through the portal, and in seconds, my feet were touching down in the center of a small, circular chamber, facing a desk and a bored looking woman standing behind it.“Interrogation room seven,” she said in monotone, and a chill ran through me. Interrogation?They were just supposed to be asking me some questions, that was all. I opened my mouth to protest but the enforcers were marching me forward again, this time through the door to the woman’s left, and into a brightly lit corridor.They paused at the seventh door and the scarred enforcer touched his palm to the brickwork set next to the entrance. There was a flash of light under his hand, and then the door swung inwards. A rough hand around my arm moved me insid

“She’s no better at all?”I asked as I searched the pack doctor’s face, desperate for even a flicker of good news. Instead, Dr. Astor pressed his lips together and shook his head grimly.“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I wish I had better news for you.”“No,” I exhaled heavily, the sound shaky in my own ears. “I understand. I knew she might not be. I guess I’d just been… hoping.”Davorin, who’d been standing quietly at my side, rubbed his warm hand over my upper arm. The pressure was meant to comfort, but it did nothing to soothe the knot in my chest.My mom’s mental health had been spiraling these last five weeks, and no matter how many visits to the doctor or how much rest she got, it wasn’t changing just because I wanted it to.“It’s not your fault, you know,” Davorin murmured in my ear, his voice low enough for only me to hear. But we both knew that was a lie. Guilt had its claws hooked deep in my throat.“She’s been getting worse ever since I pressed her about my