<h4>Chapter 95: A new race</h4>


    <strong><i>*~Caspian’s POV~*</i></strong>


    They had all scattered. The High House was already in disarray. Everyone was searching.. every room, every corridor.


    From the look of things, it wasn’t just the High House anymore. It felt like all of New Orleans was on edge. Searching. Panicking.


    Where were they? Then we heard as softmotion downstairs.


    Without a word, we rushed back inside and down the stairs. That’s when we saw —a maid. She was on the floor, her neck bruised and torn, as if something had bitten her. Leon and the other wolves had already surrounded her, their stances defensive, eyes sharp. But it wasn’t just the wound.


    Her body...<i>oh god</i>...her body was covered in ck veins, pulsing and spreading like something had infected her. She wasn’t dead. She was moving. Grunting. Her voice low and ragged:


    "Blood... I need blood... give me blood."Her tone was animalistic and very desperate.


    Leon’s ws had alreadye out, the other wolves ready to strike, but Caydrnstanding next to me..halfway up the stairs—raised his hand sharply.


    "<strong>Seize</strong>."


    Everyone froze. "Who is she?" I asked.


    "She’s one of the human maids," someone replied. "She was found unconscious and taken to the healer. But then she suddenly woke up like this."


    "I wanted blood," the woman grunted again, rocking on her hands and knees. "I want blood..."


    And then someone said the part that made my stomach drop.


    "Her body... it turned blue. Just like Cyrius. Just like the babies."


    I stood there, stunned. What did they mean her body turned blue? <i>Like Cyrius and the babies?</i>


    Cayden’s eyes were already locked on mine.


    "Does that mean... Cyrius and the babies have also woken up?" I asked quietly.


    He didn’t answer. I turned toward him fully. "Let’s give her blood. Let’s just see what happens."


    He hesitated, his face skeptical. "She’s acting like a ghost. Like a freaking undead. You want to feed that?"


    "We need to know," I shot back. "Look at her neck. That’s a werewolf bite. What if Cyrius and the babies bit her? What if she’s like this because of them?"


    Cayden’s brows furrowed as he processed it, then slowly nodded. "I guess... you might be right."


    Then he turned to Leon. "Give her what she wants." Leon flinched. "What?"


    "Your blood."


    Leon’s eyes widened, but he obeyed. He took out his knife, sliced his palm, and let the blood drip freely. Ross stepped in, lifting the maid’s chin and tilting her head back.


    As Leon’s blood touched her lips, her body jolted..and then in one terrifying move, she threw Ross across the room like he weighed nothing.


    The impact shook the floor and we all froze.


    "How can a human have that kind of strength?" someone whispered. "That was a full-grown gamma..."


    "She’s not human anymore," I murmured.


    The maid’s voice croaked again. "Not that blood... Not that type..."


    Her eyes scanned the room wildly until they locked on another figure—a human maid standing by the door, horrified and trembling.


    "No..." I whispered.


    The crazed woman lunged.


    The human maid tried to run, but it was toote. They grabbed her too slowly. And the rogue one sank her teeth deep into her neck. The room was in chaos, screams echoing, wolves shouting orders but none of us could look away.


    She drained the girlpletely. Not a drop left. The human maid copsed to the floor—lifeless.


    And then the rogue woman’s body... changed...The veins disappeared and the blue tint faded.


    Her skin returned to normal..soft, human, fresh again, like none of it had ever happened.


    Everywhere went dead silence... Even my knees almost gave out. "Oh my god," I breathed. "Cyrius... is alive."


    This... this thing... was proof. Proof that Cyrius and the babies weren’t just alive...they were doing something. Feeding. Testing. Creating something new.


    Cayden was speechless. Then he muttered, "They’re taking it easy with him...? What the hell does that even mean?"


    "I think Aurora was right," I said, my voice trembling. "Where is Aurora?"


    As if summoned Aurora up to meet me and Cayden, her eyes swept over the room like she already knew what had happened—like the answers were just falling into ce for her. She wasn’t even surprised.


    She raised her head and whispered, "I’ve always known."


    Cayden stepped forward. "Known what?"


    Aurora turned to us, her expression unreadable. "That something new wasing. But what kind of creature that is... I’m not entirely sure. Not yet. Probably not even of this world."


    She paused, then pulled something out from under her cloak—a heavy, old leather-bound book. She flipped it open without a word and held it up to us.


    "I was looking into something today. Into ancient signs... symbols that categorize every known supernatural lineage. It’s like a science, one that’s constantly evolving. And there were always three signs." She flipped to a page filled with strange glyphs. "One for witches. One for werewolves. And one that’s always been there, hidden from our eyes... The Crescent."


    My heart skipped.


    "But now..." she continued, pointing at a fourth symbol glowing faintly across the page, one that looked like an inverted triangle bleeding into a moon. "This one appeared. it’s showing up clearly. Do you see what it says beneath?"


    I leaned in. The word was faint but unmistakable: <i>Vampire</i>.


    Cayden whispered it aloud. "<i>Vampire</i>...?"


    Aurora nodded grimly. "That girl downstairs... I think Cyrius bit her. He didn’t just feed—he changed her. She’s not human anymore."


    And suddenly, it all made sense. The strength. The blue veins. The thirst. The way she reacted to blood but rejected werewolf blood. My stomach twisted.


    "He made her..." I breathed "This is the power he traded the babies for."


    Cayden didn’t say anything at first, then turned to me with thatmanding tone that meant we were back in battle mode.


    "You take care of the one here. Contain her. The rest of us..we’re going after Cyrius."


    He turned to Aurora. "You’reing with me."


    Then his eyes shifted toward the trembling girl—vampire, or whatever she now was.


    "And you... you’reing too. We need to know what you are. Fully."


    "And Lilith?" I asked. "Where is she?"


    "She went after whoever took Hazel alone," Aurora replied. "She said she wanted to finish it herself."


    "No," Cayden said firmly. "Not now. Not when a whole new race has been created. We need everyone together. All of us."


    "This... this is dangerous," Aurora murmured.


    "Deadly," Cayden corrected.


    They all left and there was amotion behind us. I turned around and saw the vampire girl shivering where she stood, her back pressed against the wall.


    "Please," she sobbed. "Please don’t kill me. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I swear, I didn’t ask for this. My mum and dad are at home. They’re waiting for me to send money. I...my mummy is here. Somewhere. Please, I’m sorry"


    She doubled over, shaking violently. Her eyes flickered red. "What if I get thirsty again...?" she whimpered andn that was all I needed to hear.


    With a swift movement, I grabbed her head and twisted it. Her neck snapped, her body going limp in my arms. I let her fall to the floor and turned to signal the roof patrol toe pack up the body.


    But then— A groan.


    The second human. The one she had bitten earlier.


    She stood up slowly, her eyes nk, her veins turning ck and blue just like the first. Her lips curled back and fangs shot out from her gums.


    Before she could lunge, I seized her by the throat and mmed her down onto the dining table. Wood cracked under the force. She screeched, but I didn’t let go. I lifted her again and used her head to break two of the dining chairs, splinters flying like ss. Still, she snarled through broken teeth:


    "<i>Blood... give me... blood..."</i>


    I stepped back, my breath shallow, my heart racing.


    "Oh my god," I whispered. "This isn’t just a transformation. It’s a virus."


    My eyes widened. "A contagion..."


    I looked around the room, eyes scanning the others.


    "No one is safe. Anyone bitten might turn. We need to chain them down. All of them. Now."


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