A week had passed since the night of the wolves. The forest around the hut had healed, the scattered corpses removed, the blood washed away by rain. But the bond between Sara and Anaya had only grown stronger, deeper, more unbreakable with each passing day.
Sara had changed. The cold, detached vampire who had once seen humans as nothing more than cattle had found herself doing things she had never imagined. She rebuilt Anaya's hut, repairing the roof that had been damaged by years of neglect, reinforcing the walls that had been weakened by wind and rain.
She built a farm, a small patch of land where vegetables could grow, where Anaya would not have to steal from the village merchants. She constructed a water storage system, ensuring that clean water would always be available.
She hunted for the child, bringing back deer and sheep and anything else that could be eaten, preparing meals while Anaya slept.
