Chapter 191

• Blinking in a daze that it does literally nothing to him, and swallow hard this new piece of information. We've seen Vampires in the sun when we caught some as prisoners to extract intel. They burn and die in horrifying cries and screams of pain, then dissolve to ash like a bursting powder puff. We have the advantage because of this weakness, yet here's one, and he's fricken fine. Walking in sunlight could be a complete game-changer to the wolves' upper hand.
• "Vampire is a loose term for a varied species... we can be born or made, and it makes a difference. Birth keeps us pure and strong... it's also heavily monitored to ensure no child is born without purpose... except for the occasional accident. The ones who are turned are more like dumb lab rats. They're weaker and slower and have nothing of our gifts and abilities. Also, easier to kill with such basic things. Lord Varro's army is borne of turned halflings. Pale-eyed, weak, bloodthirsty, sun fearing .... pawns. Consider them an abomination and an embarrassment to our bloodlines. My kind is royalty, and we stay far from the mongrels to preserve our existence." His superior tone, weird accent, and blood-red eyes all surround me with a heaviness that causes me to pause and listen without response. My heart thudding and my head swirling, taking in his words.
• Vampires can be like humans that can walk in the light, have warm and tanned skin, and look relatively passable, despite teeth and red eyes. Does this also mean they can control their blood hunger? Don't need it to survive and can ignore the impulse to feed? He seems controlled to me.