Althea had no choice but to pretend to be a good, obedient child once she found her way back to the humans and sought shelter among them.
When the ghouls and vampires were declared to have been wiped out, fear gripped her heart. She knew that her life was in danger, and she was determined not to meet the same tragic fate as the others.
No, she was different. She was not like the rest. She had been born for something greater, something more significant.
Althea truly believed that with every fiber of her being. After all, it was her own body that had been sacrificed, her arms and legs repeatedly severed to feed other ghouls in the making.
It was her blood, her flesh, that had allowed others to come into existence.
And she, the last of her kind, had survived it all.
It was clear now. She was destined for greatness.
