VALORIA WILDEROSE
I can't tell if she's pulling my leg or telling the truth. But she stares at me so intensely I'm unable to doubt her.
So Elowen was a wolf, and she's lived almost as long as Azrael. The lore of this world just keeps expanding the more I find out about Azrael's past.
I'm hit with a subtle feeling that I might never truly know who he really is with a thousand years' worth of past behind him.
I also don't know what to do with this new feeling, knowing he turned her.
Did he beg her to become one out of some grand reason to make her stronger? Protect her? Is that some kind of pickup line he used to grab chicks centuries ago?
"I see the same fire in your eyes, Valoria. Burning brightly."
Now I frown. I smack her hand away from my hair, snapping out of my daze.
"You and I are nothing alike."
She smirks.
"We'll see about that soon enough."
She pulls away rather than attacking or killing me in one swift motion.
