The first shipments of the blood substitute were sent out within the week.
Cain observed from his high balcony as crates marked with Fu Ling's elegant seal were loaded into carts and taken away.
Already, the reports were in. Human casualties were dropping sharply. Within just a few days, fewer reports of missing villagers came to the palace. Fangs no longer tore through mortal flesh in desperate need.
For the first time, Cain realized what it meant to feel empathy. What if Fu Ling was a human and was one of the missing? He wanted to tell himself that wasn't the case and he was far more capable of protecting him unlike the family of the missing but he couldn't stop the what ifs in his head.
Fu Ling stood beside Cain in the balcony chamber, leaning lazily against the polished railing watching as the carts rolled off.
