(Azriel POV)
Azriel looked at the new pile of dresses that had come her way for choosing. She was still shaken by what Nuria had told her three days before. She was turning and there was no way that Nuria knew how to stop it. She could bear to think of what was slowly going to happen to her. She looked at herself in the mirror and she could see a few silver strands in her hair. Her magical transformation had started and The Blight had also begun to turn her. It was going to be a double whammy. She touched the silver strands in her hair and felt them all. For her it felt like the beginning of the end.
Only word stayed on course with her through all this. Ashdeer. She did not really care about the rest of it. The turn, the loss of her mind and her consciousness. The need for flesh and blood that would precede food. None of it bothered her. She worried about what would happen with her and Ashdeer, would she even recognize him again.
