Page 20 of Marked By His Hunger
The truth remains.
There will be no mate.
No hearth.
No future carved from anything but ruin.
No son to inherit this curse.
No legacy beyond the ending I will force into existence.
The line ends with me.
It must.
The hunger surges again—but this time, it changes.
Not rage.
Not mindless need.
Something sharper.
Focused.
Aware.
I freeze.
The wind shifts.
A scent rides it—subtle, distant, carried from the direction of the portal hidden deep within the forests of Earth.
The one that opens in that strange mortal place.
New Jersey.
I have watched it countless times.
Observed from shadow.
Detached.
Unmoved.
Until now.
This is different.
Soft.
Alive.
But layered with something older.
Something… familiar.
Not prey.
