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Two bottles of cow’s blood later Ragnar felt a lot less shaky but he knew for certain that he would have to find more before he hibernated if he didn’t want to be asleep for years. The combination of rowan poisoning, werewolf claws and severe injury did that to vampires. But first he needed to hide his scent from the werewolves.

He opened the chest in the corner of the cellar of the old Victorian house and pulled out the aconite infused oil he kept there and anointed himself with it, especially across the wounds Anna had left. Then he wrapped silver bracelets around his wrists, wincing as they irritated his skin – the last thing he needed with his injuries. Fortunately he wouldn’t need to wear them for long before the link broke.

While he waited he sipped from the third and final bottle of cow’s blood in this stash considered his options for getting more. Human would be best but in his current state he didn’t trust himself not to attract attention. He would have to visit his other stash, he supposed, and hope that another two bottles of animal blood would be enough to shorten his hibernation. He emptied the bottle, waited a few minutes more to be sure the bracelets had done their work before removing them and headed out to his final house and emptying the bottle there as well.

Dawn was not far off when Ragnar finally headed into the wooded hills of the nature reserve seeking a quiet spot with the right energy where he could bury himself in order to finish healing. It was fortunate that there was such a place close enough to Haventon to appease the town because it was way too soon for him to leave Haventon after it had drawn him back.

A hum of power from the soil beneath his feet caught his attention and he stopped and knelt down to lay one hand on the ground. A pleasant energy shot up his arm and washed away the last of his anger. He nodded to himself – the perfect place for his hibernation. It had the right energy and was far off the path where no one would come

He dug away at the mossy earth between the roots of a great oak with his hands and made a burrow large enough to crawl into where it’s presence would be less obvious. The first rays of the sun were just breaking through the leaves as he crawled into his hiding place backwards and pulled the earth back on top of him before collapsing into a long, dark, healing sleep.

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