CHAPTER 39 - Uncontrollable Urge

In the dark of night, a young boy was running away from danger.

He was breathing profoundly as he reached the first floor of their home. The bodies of what used to be their villa servants were dismembered and scattered on the floor.

Leaving high-velocity blood spatter on the white walls and pools of blood all over the place.

The boy ran to his mother’s chamber wishing that she was safe. To his utmost dismay, before he could even reach the corridor, he heard his mother's gut-wrenching scream.

He stopped dead on his track. Afraid of what lies in his mother’s room, he needs to know. He must know what’s in there.

He needed to man up and help his mother.

Slowly he mustered the courage to walk to the room, only to find his mother’s lifeless body. Her blood was still gushing from her neck. She had just died. In front of her is a man wielding a bloody sword made of silver and laced with wolfsbane— a deadly combination for their kind.

The severity of the danger became suffocating.

His eyes