After Nightfire's bloodline awakened, her life took a horrifying turn.
She could no longer control her body. No matter what she did, her instincts reacted whenever she came near a man.
It wasn't a matter of willpower anymore—her body acted on its own, betraying her mind and intentions.
Normal food no longer satisfied her hunger. Her cravings turned into something primal, something she didn't want to accept but couldn't deny.
"Nightfire..." Ashara's voice quivered with genuine worry. She tried her best to calm the storm raging within her counterpart, but it was futile.
Nightfire's body had already begun hunting for prey... men, of course.
That wasn't shameful or unnatural; it was simply how succubi and incubi survived.
Their sustenance wasn't from bread or fruit—it came from the essence of others, the intimacy that bound predator to prey.