Resignation
Verona stood alone on a windswept cliff overlooking the vampire continent.
Exhaustion gnawed at her, both physical and emotional. The battle had taken its toll, leaving her drained and hollow.
A soft step behind her made her turn.
There, silhouetted against the blood-red moon, stood Neveah.
His eyes nervous as he looked at her.
He clenched his fists.
"Mother," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and concern.
Verona's heart ached at the sight of him.
All she wanted was to hold him close, to assure him that everything would be alright. But even she wasn't sure.
With a small smile, she knelt before him, offering her neck. "Here, Neveah," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Drink. You need your strength and to heal"
Neveah hesitated, his brow furrowed in confusion.