Chapter 108 The Storm Within

The moon was low on the horizon, casting a ghostly silver light across the land. The air was heavy with foreboding, the quiet before the storm, and Seraphine felt it in her very bones. She stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping her hair as she stared out across the valley below. The howls of distant wolves echoed in the silence, but not the wolves were what concerned her. It was the burden of her heritage, the Bloodborn curse, that weighed against her chest and grew heavier every day. Ash stood a short distance behind her, his calm a stabilizing influence that steadied her, but even he could not extinguish the turmoil within her. The quest to locate her father had been long and arduous, but it wasn't only the physical exertion that was shattering her; it was the mental stress, the perpetual terror that she would turn into the same thing she despised. The Bloodborn, the heritage of devastation and murder, had overshadowed her ever since, and now, she felt it reaching out to her.