"Once the blood pact is formed, she will die."
"Then let her die."
William thought he wouldn't waver.
He sank his fangs into her neck. Blood spilled. The magic circle ignited. She collapsed in his arms—her heart stopped.
He carried her body and screamed, "Save her!" Only to be told: "The Moon Goddess Tear was fake. There was never an antidote."
He had killed the one he loved most with his own hands.
That night, he knelt in a pool of her blood and slaughtered them all—his father, the witch, every single witness.
But no amount of blood could bring her back.
He placed the ring before her grave.
"It belongs only to you, my wife. Forever."
