I knew it… Deep down, I knew Ayra was still alive! She's incredible… She managed to endure Clotilde's grueling training and master the Shadowshaper form in just a week—a desperate feat, so much so that everyone had already given her up for dead. Sasha, Levreshka, and all the other vampires were so certain of it that even I started to doubt I would ever see her again. And yet… here she is, standing before me in all her majesty and pride—beautiful and powerful, like an unattainable goddess.
It's… strange, this feeling inside me. A happiness unlike anything I've ever known surges through every fiber of my being. My battered heart—barely strong enough to pump blood through my tormented body—pounds wildly, almost wagging like an eager puppy greeting its owner at the door. But it's not just happiness. It's something deeper… an inexplicable, exhilarating sense of pride that sends shivers down my spine and makes me tremble.