Thirst for blood

The nocturnal hours had elapsed, and my solitude was punctuated solely by the anguished sobs that convulsed my frame. Exhaustion had taken hold, yet my tears seemed to flow with an inexorable persistence. The morning light revealed the toll of my nocturnal lamentations, my eyes swollen and reddened from the unrelenting deluge. Now, I stood at the window, my gaze lost in the vast expanse beyond the confines of my chamber. The yearning to escape and breathe the fresh air was palpable, but the room's design, bereft of a balcony, and Aldrake's orders to his pack members still stand - no food or water for me.

Hours had ticked by since I assumed this stationary posture, my mind consumed by the events of the previous night. The words I had uttered in the presence of Aldrake still resonated within me, their implications reverberating like a profound introspection. It was as if the Moon Goddess had imbued me with an ephemeral courage, empowering me to articulate the sentiments that had long bee