Too many Questions

Kain lay on Viktor's chest that morning, drawing soft, swirling patterns with his fingers along Viktor's pale skin, his gaze distant. Viktor held him in a loose, gentle embrace, his fingertips tracing the edge of Kain's shoulder, lingering there as though grounding himself in the warmth of Kain's presence.

Every so often, Viktor's hand moved to stroke Kain's back in slow, soothing motions, a comforting touch that made Kain's internal conflict churn even more.

They had sent a message to the Queen. Viktor's words from the night before echoed in his mind: the Vampire Council would need time to prepare for his turning.

Witnesses were required at the ritual, and Kain's name would be registered among the newborns, an acknowledgment of his new existence.