*~Young Lilith's POV~*
Then the swearing had begun. We were all seated in a dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with tension, as a silver bowl was passed around the circle. One by one, the newly chosen were told to drink.
The first two did without hesitation. As soon as the thick, metallic liquid touched their lips, a strange shimmer rippled through their eyes—shifting their color—and their entire appearance seemed to sharpen, almost predatory. Their presence alone felt heavier, like the room tilted toward them.
The bowl was lifted toward the third initiate when chaos struck.
The door slammed open. Someone barged in, knocking the bowl from Dahlia's hand just as the third was about to drink. The crimson liquid splashed across the stone floor like spilled life.
Dahlia's voice cracked like a whip. "What are you doing?"
"This isn't what we signed up for!" the intruder shouted, chest heaving. "You're poisoning them—turning them into something they're not! This is wrong!"
