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Before anyone could react, Danny bolted for the door, leaving behind a room full of whispers and confused looks. Sam and Tucker exchanged worried glances, but by the time anyone processed what was happening, Danny was already gone. He ran through the halls, his vision blurring as the hunger clawed at him. It felt like a monster inside, growing stronger every second. He stumbled into the boys' bathroom, his breath ragged as he leaned against the sink, gripping the edges with trembling hands. He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection showing wide, panic-filled eyes. He could feel his fangs pushing against his gums, and his senses were still in overdrive. Every pulse, every scent of blood—it was overwhelming. “Get a grip, Danny. You can’t lose control.” But it was becoming harder. Each day, the hunger grew stronger, and his ability to resist it was slipping. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his mind, but the nagging itch to feed wouldn’t go away. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to breathe through the panic. He couldn’t keep doing this. If he slipped—if he fed on someone at school—there’d be no coming back from that. “I have to find a way to stop this,” Danny whispered to himself, clenching his fists. But for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he could. That evening, Danny sat on the roof of FentonWorks, staring out at the skyline of Amity Park. The cool breeze did little to calm his nerves, but at least up here, away from everyone, the constant temptation was less suffocating. He could still feel the hunger gnawing at him, the craving for blood growing more unbearable with each passing day. His failed attempt at managing it earlier in class had shaken him more than he cared to admit. “You’re losing control, Danny,” a familiar voice echoed in his head, smooth and enticing. Danny sighed, closing his eyes as he felt Alexander’s presence. “What do you want, Alexander?” “You’re struggling, aren’t you?” Alexander’s voice was calm, understanding even. “There’s no shame in it. Every fledgling faces this. The hunger is overwhelming, especially in the early days.” “I can handle it,” Danny shot back, though his voice lacked conviction. He knew Alexander could sense his doubt. “You’re fighting a losing battle. You’ve been surviving on blood bags and animals, but neither will satisfy the real thirst. Human blood is what you need. You know that.” There was a pause, then Alexander’s voice softened. “I can help you.” Danny’s brow furrowed, tension building in his chest. “Help me how?” “I can teach you how to control it. How to feed without killing.” The offer hung in the air between them, tempting but dangerous. “You don’t have to give in to the monster inside you, Danny. You can learn to drink, just enough to satisfy the hunger, and then let them go. No harm done.” Danny hesitated. The idea of feeding on people still made his skin crawl, but deep down, he knew he was running out of options. He couldn’t keep going like this, barely holding on by a thread. But was this really the answer?