Survivors (2)

It had been days since the attack, and the outskirts of Ulfstad was in shambles. Bloodstains lingered on the cobblestones, and the air was still heavy with the stench of smoke and fear. My people persevered. They were rebuilding—patching up walls, burying their dead, and tending to the wounded. Alaric had given the order for me to remain in the palace, but I couldn't stand it. Not when the people needed help. Not when I had to face what had happened and what it might mean.

I'd reported to the men about my interaction with the Blood Wraith and how he spoke to me normally. They weren't brainless. They didn't act like those infected children. 

So what happened with the children? Was it a disease they gave to them? 

I'd read through the fairytale book, but it came up short about any infected Blood Wraiths. Very little was known about them, even in this book that had gone into the greatest detail on the smallest of things.