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Saria had frozen in front of the mirror, her crystal blue eyes going wide. Her nightgown was a size too big. It had slipped over her shoulder, revealing the freckled span of skin and... and what? She reached over with her fingers, brushing across the silver-pink scars that had formed at the base of her neck. When she did so, a spark of electricity seemed to jolt through her body. They were in an arc, and upon further inspection, she realized with a start that it was a bite mark. Given the fact that she didn’t have a scarred bite mark the evening before, a wave of confusion slammed into her chest and took the air right out of her lungs. Werewolves rarely got scars -- they had advanced healing, and she couldn’t for the life of her remember where she might have... how could she not remember being bitten?
Peeling out of her room, Saria hitched her nightgown so that she wouldn’t slip. Bare feet slapped against the marble floors until she was throwing her body against the fence of the training grounds, looking frantically for Roan. He would know -- he always had the answers.
“R-roan!” She yelled, her voice cracking and her skin flushed in the cool morning air. She lifted her arm high to wave him down. She pushed away from the fence, circling around to the entrance and quickly rushing up to him and yanking down the collar of her nightgown once more. “I-I woke up with this, and I d-don’t know what happened -- I can’t remember -- Roan, what if I was bitten by a v-vampire?! Can’t they make your memories go away? If they’re sneaking inside the castle, we have to -- w-we have to warn people.”