He prowled the moonlit streets and shadowed byways, driven by a relentless hunger and an overpowering need to help, to heal. It was who he was, what he had been born for, until Tzianne swept into his life and literally turned his days to night.
He thrust her memory away. He emptied his mind of all thought, and listened to the heartbeat of the city, homing in on the one soul who had what he needed. Who needed what he had.
Gathering his cloak around him, he became one with the dark shadows of the night.