NatalieI returned to my mother’s room, hoping, just hoping, that I could speak to her before sleep claimed her. But she was already out, exactly as Margaret had said she would be. Peaceful. Still. I watched her for a while, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing, memorizing the face I feared might never look the same again.Then I left, the ache in my chest tightening with every step back to Adrian’s room.He came in a few minutes later, his shoulders heavy with fatigue. There was a stiffness in his movements that told me he hadn’t stopped thinking about this either.I told him what his mother had said, about the venom, the transition, the impossible situation we were walking into, and he didn’t argue. He didn’t offer excuses or explanations. He just stood there, silent, like someone who already knew and had been breaking under the weight of that knowledge.“We’ll get through it,” he said finally, voice low but sure. “Together. I promise. And if she stays here, my father will
Natalie“I haven’t been this hungry, or eaten this much, since I got sick,” my mother said, settling back against her pillows, her voice touched with surprise and a flicker of joy.“That’s because,” Lady Margaret said softly, stepping forward, “you no longer have cancer.”My mother’s head snapped toward her. “Wait, what?”“You don’t have cancer anymore,” Margaret repeated, the words landing with quiet finality.My mother stared, blinking as if trying to decipher a language she no longer understood. “You mean… the treatments? The ones Michael was paying for? They actually worked?”The silence that followed said more than any answer could.I felt the weight of it settle around us like a storm about to break. We wouldn’t be able to delay this much longer. The truth, the real truth, was clawing its way to the surface.Lady Margaret, ever composed, stepped back with a warm smile that didn’t quite hide the caution behind her eyes.“We’ll discuss that soon. For now, you need to rest. You may
NatalieMy mother sat upright in the hospital bed, talking easily with the doctor, too easily. Her cheeks held colour, her eyes sparkled with a vitality that didn’t belong to someone who had been slipping away just a day ago. She looked radiant. Whole. Alive.No one would believe she'd been dying. But I knew better. This wasn't recovery. This was transformation.My stomach twisted. Was this what Professor Alester meant? Had her body adapted to the venom... or surrendered to it? A miracle on the surface, maybe. But underneath? Something ancient had taken root.I lingered in the doorway, steadying my breath, trying to silence the storm of questions rising in me. For now, she was alive. Warm. Present. I would not let fear ruin what might be the last moment we truly had together.I stepped inside. The doctor glanced at me, then gave a courteous nod before slipping out silently, as if he too feared the stillness might break.“You’re awake,” I said softly.Her face lit up at the sight of me
Adrian It took them nearly an hour to arrive. When they were finally ushered into my office, I didn’t bother with pleasantries. No small talk. No handshakes. “Get to the point,” I said, motioning for them to sit. Charles Abbot, head of the Abbot family, one of the older bloodlines sworn to Strigoi, was the first to speak. “Dimitri has gone rogue,” he said bluntly. I narrowed my eyes. “I find that hard to believe.” Dimitri Orlov was many things, calculating, secretive, ancient, but reckless? No. Never. Charles leaned forward, voice trembling. “He’s conducting human trials in Ashberge. Forcing us, pressuring us, to give up our sons and daughters. They’re injecting humans with Strigoi venom, trying to manufacture transformations.” He ran a hand through his graying hair, clearly shaken. “Some die instantly. Some turn feral. Others… change into something else entirely. They’ve lost control, and they’re hiding it.” I watched him closely. His fear wasn’t fabricated. He believed every
AdrianNatalie lit up the moment she heard her mother was awake. That kind of joy, raw and wide-eyed, was rare these days, and I didn’t have the heart to darken it.Not yet.What I suspected about her mother’s condition would crush her. So I said nothing.“I’ll be around the house,” I told her as gently as I could. “Go see your mother.”She beamed at me, eyes shining, and yet… behind that joy, there was something broken.Her eyes were haunted.In just a few days, she’d carried more grief and fear than most endure in a lifetime. It showed in every line of her face, every breath she didn’t realize she was holding.I wished I could ease it. Take it from her. But I couldn’t.And worse, I knew more pain was coming.As she walked away, I fell in step beside Nikolas. I couldn’t bring myself to enter that room with her. Not until I understood exactly what we were dealing with.“She’s turning?” I asked, voice low.Nikolas nodded. He didn’t say the word. He didn’t need to.“Her body’s fully ada
Carson “Permit me to speak with them,” Grant said, his voice steady but his eyes giving him away. Desperation. Defiance. The fire of someone who’d already made up his mind to fight. I knew that feeling. I’d felt it every time I thought of Natalie. Love had a way of doing that, dragging even the strongest of us to our knees. Grant was there now. And truthfully… so was I. “Very well,” I said after a long beat. “Tell them we need three days. We’ll return her after we’ve verified their claim.” He started to nod, relief flickering across his face. “And Grant, bring Graham to me. Personally.” He froze. “No one double-crosses this pack and walks away clean,” I continued, voice like steel. “He’s trying to stir up trouble between us and the Strigoi. I won’t let him.” Grant gave a quick nod and turned to go. “Grant.” He paused at the door. Looked back. Waiting. “I know you care about her,” I said, quieter now. “But this is a hard road. If Graham decides to go through with the sacrif