She Runs with Wolves
I could say I’d left something in my truck, and hope that nobody had noticed the direction I’d run in.
Or, I could continue down this grubby, dirt path, and sit on the damp grass in the hopes of conjuring my familiar. She would come, I had no doubt about that – but how much help she would actually be was where I kept floundering.
All Light Vampires had familiars. So did Dark Vampires, too, according to Ezrand, but they were… different. Ours offered guidance, and they took the form of the animal that aligned closest with our souls – or what was left of them. They weren’t fully corporeal, and often appeared to shimmer between our world and theirs, their silver outlines flickering between reali
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