Julies Evans – POV
Magic.
A power that bends reality—something beyond the laws of nature, exchanged for mana.
The ways to use it were countless.
Igniting fire without a spark. Healing wounds in an instant. Even toying with life and death itself.
Because it was such a miraculous force, it was only natural that it had always been reserved for the few—the chosen ones.
Which is exactly why I approached Velra.
In exchange for animal blood, I wanted her to teach me magic.
"Will you teach me magic?"
Velra narrowed her glowing crimson eyes. Her wings twitched slightly. She bared her fangs, the corners of her lips curling into a mocking grin.
"You're quite bold, Parasite. Do you really think I'd share my clan's magic just for some scraps of blood?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot. Or a particularly annoying insect.
Honestly, I couldn't blame her.
To her, the deal I offered was laughably one-sided.
The ancient magic of her kind—for a bucket of beast blood? Ridiculous.
