Chapter Sixty Five: The Extraction Process

"I agree," Velma replied.

"We are the same, you know." He leaned back in his seat. "Wolves, and vampires."

"How so?"

"Beasts. We kill to eat— drink blood too."

"I suppose so," she smiled wryly. "Although my kind do not draw blood like yours. We don't attack just to drink blood."

"Hm," Tharnis broke into a smile. "We don't kill just to eat meat. It is mostly for the blood."

A heavy silence settled upon the room, enveloping Tharnis and Velma in its weight. The only sound that broke the stillness was the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock, its steady cadence echoing through the room.

Outside, the wind whispered through the partially open curtains, its gentle breeze causing them to sway and dance. The soft rustling of the fabric mingled with the ticking of the clock, creating a subtle symphony of ambient sounds.