**~ Cyrius's POV ~**
My veins were smooth again no longer dry, cracked, or bulging with that unnatural blue. The tightness in my chest had vanished. My body felt alive in a way it never had before. Did the blood do that? Was one sip enough to undo death itself?
I staggered back to the babies, still lying where I'd found them. Their small chests rose and fell gently now. The blue shadows that once stained their skin had disappeared. They were warm, pink, and normal.
But… they didn't drink blood.
I did. So why were they fine?
Are they not vampires? Is it only me?
A strange feeling curled in my stomach—half fear, half awe. Was I reborn into something different? Not just a wolf anymore. Not just a Crescent heir. I could still feel Gorge, my wolf, snarling in my chest, alive and strong. But now he shared space with something… hungrier.
A vampire and a werewolf. A hybrid. Something stronger than any Salvator before me.
Finally, I had the power to take the throne.
