Priscilla’s POV

Fuck.

Her side wept with pain as she limped toward the city. She needed to get back to the Vivace Don to get patched up.

While she felt absolutely nothing for the pureblood, he relied on her. She had given him consent to feed from her to gain the strengths that came from the gift of her blood. It was a fair enough trade for answers.

Priscilla’s blood was her greatest weapon.

What good could it do against shifters?

Not much. She knew ...