Loving Blood

"Who's there?" he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath.

A woman stepped into the moonlight, her features a delicate blend of beauty and danger. She wore dark attire that hugged her lithe frame, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. Her eyes, a striking shade of crimson, held an intensity that sent a shiver down Carl's spine.

"I am Lyra," she replied, her voice a mixture of intrigue and command. "And I am here to ensure your survival, Carl."