Freyah.
I still cannot erase from my mind what I witnessed… how Gillian became a monster.
His body remained human in form, yet his feet, hands, and head belonged to a savage wolf. A creature that seemed to be born from rage and a curse. A being I could not classify... neither vampire nor wolf nor fully human.
Where did such strength come from?
The courage that refused to yield to pain?
A power I could not compare to any creature I knew… not a vampire, not a wolf, and not entirely human.
When I asked Vampire King Magnush, even he had no clear answer. What troubled me even more was this... up to that moment, Gillian’s body had still not returned to normal. His wounds were healing, yet the poison in his blood remained, flowing within him as if it had a life of its own.
According to him
