Rayne Harbinger always knew death would come, she was nervous about said death, but she’d been prepared in a sense for it.
After looking it in the face after her own father tried to kill her, she was now lost on what to do as life pushed for what was to naturally come. “You don’t have much longer.” She had been throwing up blood, food tasted weird because she hadn’t turned and as she hungered for something else and her stomach felt like it was eating herself, Rayne flinched as her Aunt Patrice came closer, “I can make this end, no need to let it come to that point.”
Stumbling back in fear, Rayne shook her head as her grandfather as if sensing her in danger appeared, “Leave her be.” He warned his daughter who threw her nose up, “She’s a Harbinger and she should act like it. Oh wait, she
