The very thought made M'dar's skin crawl. Lycanthropy was something he rejected the very idea. Vampirism was something he rejected the very idea of...and yet he was still afflicted with it.

The only difference was, this time, The Companions' didn't try and force M'dar to accept their offer. They didn't try to hold him down and bleed him like cattle, not like Volkihar had.

He had to excuse himself, his heart rate rising in his panic. It was too familiar and too different at once.