OLIVER’S POVWe reached the castle long after midnight, guiding the rescued girls into the main hall where Gina and the remaining clan members prepared blankets, water, and warm food. Most of them were shaking, some crying, some silent, but they were alive. That was more than they had yesterday.Amy walked beside me the entire time, her steps unsteady but determined. Her skin glowed faintly under the torchlight, veins shimmering with a pale iridescence that only I seemed to notice. The pure blood inside her wasn’t resting. It was moving. Changing. Pushing.She didn’t complain. She never did. But every few steps, she pressed her hand against her chest, as if trying to calm a storm beneath her ribs.Once the girls settled safely, I guided Amy to the upper corridor.“You need to rest,” I said.“I’m fine,” she insisted.She wasn’t fine. Her pulse was unsteady. Her scent kept shifting—part human, part something ancient, something not yet awakened. Her aura pulsed in short bursts, uncontrol
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