Alora sat in front of the desk, lost in deep contemplation, her thoughts swirling as she practiced writing for half an hour. Despite her hopes, Magnus had yet to return.
"Did he go out to take fresh blood from someone?" she wondered aloud, recalling Izaak's earlier words about Magnus's unique nature. Unlike the other old vampires who had a firm control over their bloodlust, Magnus was different. His cravings would intensify during events of the moon, triggering a heightened bloodlust that was harder to resist.
"But there's something about my eyes that helps Magnus regain his control," Alora murmured to herself, her mind consumed by thoughts of the mysterious power hidden within her gaze. Leaning back in her chair, she contemplated the truth behind her unusual ability.
Suddenly, the door swung open, startling Alora and drawing her attention to it. Her eyes widened with relief and excitement as Magnus stepped into the room.
