CHAPTER 11

Marcus’s POV

I stood rooted to the spot at the sight of what I saw. Dead bodies lay scattered on the floor, their lifeless forms battered and unrecognizable.

I felt my stomach clench in disgust at the appalling view that lay before me. I took in their different appearances and as I noticed some flickers of silver in some people's hair, I knew who they were.

Silvershade pack.

I lifted my gaze to see my father afloat in the air with ease. His black rune was sparkling and his face was glowing as he absorbed magic from the lifeless bodies that lay around him.

His once familiar features were twisted with madness, his hands outstretched as if being upheld by some mystical force.

I took a step forward, my mind reeling with disbelief and horror, but before I could intervene, a thick black smoke materialized out of nowhere, gradually merging into the form of Lord Darkwood.

His presence loomed over me like a shadow, his eyes gleaming with malice as he blocked my path with a chilling smile.