DYLAN’S POV
The cave was quiet, too quiet.
The only sound was the soft, uneven crackling of the fire. It cast long shadows across the rough stone walls, flickering like ghosts. The light didn’t warm me.
Not tonight.
I sat near the fire, elbows on my knees, staring into the flames but seeing something else entirely.
Cyprus’s voice wouldn’t leave me… “You were mortal… until you died.”
Mortal.
The word echoed like a curse in the back of my mind, unraveling every belief I had about myself.
If that was true… then what the hell am I now? How did I become like this?
Why would Ethenia lie? Why would Bhetu, or Nala, say I was born a werewolf if I wasn’t?
“I saw you die, Dylan.”
“It wasn’t an army that killed you. It was just one vampire… a vampire who’s familiar to you.”
Only one vampir
