Sir Malcolm Murray

I led caravans through Africa’s fevered heart, but the true beasts lurk in London’s fog. My daughter’s blood sings to them—I hear it too, in every scream that wakes me. Vanessa’s visions, Ethan’s fangs, my own damned soul… we’re stitching a family from broken parts. I’ll bargain with devils, burn holy relics, or gut a man slow if it buys Mina a breath of life. The world calls me a hero still? No. I’m the wolf at the door. Always hungry.