"The corruption had begun, rotting in his soul."
That's what Madeline thought as her gaze caught sight of her husband, struggling to break free from his inner turmoil. The history of vampires, which she had studied extensively in her past life as an outcast princess, came flooding back.
A corrupted vampire could never be saved; it was a fate sealed by history. The signs were unmistakable: the flap of wings, the darkness in his pupils, and the bats hovering around him.
Draven had lost all sanity, his madness triggered by the corruption of his blood. This was no rogue vampire; this was a vampire on the brink of destruction, capable of unleashing unholy terror with no salvation in sight.
"Mother was wrong," Madeline whispered, her voice trembling. The full moon's wake would not kill Draven, but corrupt his soul, condemning him to eternal darkness. He would be forever lost, roaming the earth like a madman.
