He stared at his reflection, now slightly off—paler, eyes darker, fangs just beginning to push through his gums.
Vireon watched from the window. "You're adapting faster than most."
Julian didn't speak. He traced the sigil on his chest. "What am I becoming?"
Vireon grinned. "What you were always meant to be. Curious. Dangerous. Mine."
And Julian, for the first time, smiled back.