The meeting with Seraphine had been a success, but Eve felt hollowed out....drained not just from the political maneuvering but from the accumulated weight of everything. Her mothers's death and the constant vigilance against threats. The pressure of being assessed by ancient, powerful beings who held her future in their hands.
She needed....
She needed to not think for a while. To not be the Luna, the heir, the strategist. To just be Eve, held and wanted and safe.
And her body needed something else entirely.
The hunger had been building for days....pushed aside in favor of more urgent concerns, manageable but present, a constant low-level ache that was getting harder to ignore. She could feel it humming beneath her skin, her power reserves slowly depleting despite the emotional intensity of recent days.
She needed to feed.
