"You won't go to either place. You'll carve your own destiny. A thousand years you'll live. You'll see humanity fall only to rise again, but it will be yours to take away as you please."
He trailed kisses across the scar. It was something they shared even if his wasn't visible. His father had slit his throat to save him. This wasn't the destiny his father had wanted for him.
"Watch him and know you are saving him. You will rise to rejoin him. To reclaim yourself. This is freedom. I'm your Daddy now." With that, he sank his fangs into her neck and drank deeply as the wolf on the floor tried to struggle against his chains. A losing battle as she was quickly falling to her knees as Connor kept her from falling outright.
With his eyes locked on to the wolf's, he ripped open his wrist and then turned his attention to Abigail, feeding her his life's elixir to ensure she would indeed rise again. His dark princess. She would be deadly and perfect.