At night not many people were wandering in the Snow spell lanes and roads. Crimson reached the castle with Alora in his arms and passed through the corridors of the castle like the gust of air without attracting anyone's attention.
He stopped at his chamber and burst open the door before locking it. Sprinting directly towards his bed, He placed Alora on it. Her throat turning dry and body drowning in dizziness, she licked her lips and Crimson understood what she needed.
He pulled out the drawer but it was empty of blood bags. Fuck! He forgot to fill her drawer with blood bags. At this time He only had one choice.
"Just give me a minute, Lora." He kissed her head and dashed towards the washroom to prepare cold bath for her. Then He bit his wrist and drew blood before sprinkling it into the water. After getting rid of his clothing with his only boxer on, He walked out to see Alora squeezing her body into a fetal position and whimpering in pain.