DRACOMIR

I could hear a voice roaring from deep inside my head.

My chest ached like it was being torn in two.

But a tension was pulling at my neck, dragging me toward my adoptive father and his daughter… my family… the ones I had sworn to protect.

As I knelt beside Celia, giving her my blood, I asked myself—what was that important thing I had left behind?

A female silhouette flickered in my mind, a scent I adored, something that felt like home.

I wanted to fight it, but it hurt so much… I was lost in a tangle of thoughts.

Celia’s cold lips moved against my wrist, still thrown over the pool of blood soaking the hall floor.

I didn’t even know how she survived such a brutal attack.

She looked so pale, so… dead.

Her heartbeat was barely audible.

But I’d do whatever it took to save her, because an order had been burned into my will:

I had to protect this family above all else. They were my true masters, my benefactors.

“Da… d…”

Celia’s weak voice brought me back to her condition.

My neck i