BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS
the hunger, the promise, the centuries of patience now boiling into action.
The time for hiding in crypts and shadows was over.
The night had ruled long enough.
Now, the day would bow too.
I lifted my goblet ... filled with thick, dark blood drawn from a captured hunter ... and raised it high.
“To the new dawn,” I said.
“To the new dawn!” they answered in one voice, deep and hungry.
The flames on the torches flared brighter, burning crimson-gold ... light and darkness twisting together.
As the echoes faded, I looked again at the vial ...that little heartbeat of silver in the black.