Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate
Chapter 222: Chasing the Blood Moon Child

Chapter 222: Chasing the Blood Moon Child

Without a home to call her own, Riona began living in whatever forest she came across. The days when drinking animal blood made her gag felt like a lifetime ago. Now, she was used to it—she had no gold and couldn’t afford the pricey Crimson Vitae blood.

As she wiped a smear of fresh blood off her mouth at the river, the ancestor’s voice spoke up. "What’s it been now? A month? Two? Three? Aren’t you going to see your brother?"

He said ’brother’ on purpose. It was a word meant to hit closer to her heart, something personal that might stir her emotions and make her want to see him again.

"Four months. And no, I’m not going. Stop trying," Riona shot back, unimpressed with his tactics.

But she wasn’t so easily swayed. Riona was as stubborn as they came, and nothing seemed to change her mind.

The Fallen One had thought, Surely four months is enough time for her to stop wallowing and get her act together.

Nope. Instead, she seemed fully committed to forgetting about her mission to save her brother and the world. Fantastic. Just fantastic.

"Come on, Riona. The world’s ending, you know. Like, poof. Doesn’t that bother you even a little?" the Fallen One tried again, sounding more exasperated than concerned.

"Do I look like I give a damn about the world?" Riona deadpanned, not even looking up.

If there was one thing Riona had mastered, aside from her refined palate for fresh animal blood, it was tuning out the ancestor’s incessant nagging.

She didn’t even bother getting annoyed anymore. His voice had become just another sound of the forest—like wind rustling leaves or birds that wouldn’t shut up.

"Alright, fine," he continued, trying a different angle. "You don’t care about the world. Got it. But what about your brother? You’re totally cool with losing him forever?"

In the old days, this kind of provocation worked. Well, sort of. Instead of saving the world as he’d hoped, Riona would get emotional, torch the entire forest in a fit of rage, and then stomp off to find a new patch of trees that weren’t, you know, on fire.

But now his tricks had run their course. Riona had become the queen of comebacks. "I already lost him," she replied flatly and technically correct—the best kind of correct.

She brushed her wet hands on her skirt, the simple, thin fabric clinging slightly. These days, she lived like the werewolves—practical and light clothes for easy movement.

Still, being a half-vampire meant sunlight was her mortal enemy, so her outfit, while thin, was cleverly designed to cover her entire body and face. Fashionably undead, but make it functional.

"Why do you care so much, anyway?" Riona asked, genuinely curious. "Even if this world burns to ashes, you’re safe up there, aren’t you? In whatever celestial realm you’re lounging in these days?"

The Fallen One didn’t answer right away. The question struck closer than he cared to admit.

Should he go for serious and heartfelt? Maybe that would inspire some long-lost heroism in Riona. Or should he deflect with humor?

No, his sins weren’t exactly comedy gold. Finally, he opted for the truth.

"I was the first ancestor," he began, his voice heavy with self-importance.

In his mind, he imagined the moment as epic—a spotlight on him, his words echoing like thunder, the audience (well, Riona) hanging on his every syllable. Reality, however, had other plans.

Riona snorted, barely holding back laughter. "Pfft! Seriously? You?" she burst out.

"I was respected. I was wise!" he snapped, trying to salvage the mood.

"Oh, okay," Riona replied, her tone oozing mockery. "So, this is just a humblebrag about how awesome you used to be? Because if it is, hard pass. I don’t care that much."

"No," he said, trying to regain control of the narrative. "It’s about my mistakes. My greatest mistake."

Riona’s first instinct was to retort with, What, worse than unleashing a demon capable of destroying the entire world? Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself, but, for once, she bit her tongue. Just barely.

"When you’ve been worshipped for centuries, it kind of messes with your head. Suddenly..."

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When you’ve been worshipped for centuries, it kind of messes with your head. Suddenly, you’re struck with ridiculous ideas—like thinking you can actually change the world.

That’s what happened to me. I got drunk on the god-like praise, even though, let’s be real, I’m not a god.

Gods do big, impressive stuff, like parting seas or smiting enemies. We ancestors are more like the universe’s nosy neighbors, hanging back and watching from a distance.

Sure, we can step in occasionally—send a warning here, save a life there if we’re really feeling motivated. But most of the time, we’re just glorified spectators.

Oh, and about seeing the future? Yeah, that’s a myth.

Mortals think we’re all-knowing oracles, but honestly, it’s just math. We look at the situation, factor in everyone’s personalities, circumstances, and, voilà—an educated guess about what might happen. We’re basically supernatural consultants.

So yeah, being an ancestor isn’t all that special. But I convinced myself I was. Rookie mistake.

Back in the day, even as a mortal, I knew the Blood Moon power was a big deal. Everyone talked about it—whispered rumors, grand debates, the works.

I’d sit there wondering, What if someone actually used this insane power for something good? Like, real-world improvement instead of the usual chaos and doom. Crazy thought, right?

Of course, people are always split about the Blood Moon power. Half think it’s the ultimate tool to save humanity, the other half are like, Nope, world-ending disaster incoming.

I was in Team Optimist, waving my little ’Change the World’ flag.

So, when I became an ancestor, I made it my mission to look for the Blood Moon children—those destined to wield this power. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could guide one of them to greatness.

Centuries rolled by, and every time I got a lead, it was the same story: the kid was either dead by the time I found them, or they’d already gone full-on chaos mode and turned the place into a dumpster fire, which made my job pointless.

That is, until I met Lacy. Remus’s sister—your aunt. Before you, she was the Blood Moon child.

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