Johari could feel her heart slowing as her breaths stuttered in her chest. She knew she should accept Wulfred's offer of blood, but she was afraid. There hadn't been a daywalker, a dhampir, in over a thousand years. She was an anomaly. There was no knowing what reaction her hybrid body would have to lycan blood. Would she turn like a human? Or would the blood slowly poison her like it does all but a very few vampires? Gasping she could feel the blood slowly pooling under her cooling body, pouring from the gaping wound in her chest. Too close to the heart for even her to heal on her own. Looking up at Wulfred as he loomed over her, she gasped for the breath to answer him. Unsure what her answer would be, only knowing it would change everything.