Even though it should not, my heart sank as I realized the full extent of Vincent's twisted desires. The power struggle that had claimed the life of my father was far from over. Vincent had returned, stronger and more dangerous than ever, with the sole purpose of finishing what he started. I guess that when it came down to it, Meghan and I could admit to having one more thing in common - we both knew borderline mad, psychotic people. Was it strange that that was the case? Maybe. I mean, what are the odds? On the other hand, I heard somewhere that most everyone needed to be put in a mental institution so maybe it is pretty normal. Vincent glared at me, malevolence simply oozing from every pore in his body. The room seemed to hold its breath as the weight of his words hung in the air. My uncle's quest for power had brought us to this moment, but there was more to his dark past that needed to be acknowledged. "You were always so power-hungry, Uncle," I said, my voice tinged with sadnes
kept my eyes fixed on Vincent, rage boiling within my core. Oh, how I so wanted to jump at him and rip him limb from limb until nothing but his cry of pain left. It had been twenty years since that tragic event, and I had believed Vincent was gone forever and for good, but now that he was here, very much alive and well I could see exactly why my father was always angry and fuming whenever the subject of him came up.I always thought and told myself, Father was exaggerating when it came to his younger brother but little did I know it was because he was despicable and totally crazy in the head."Now, Lin my boy, I guess I could let you in on a little secret, eh? As it turns out, I got your kids too. Emily and Ethan yes?""Why are you telling me this? I had guessed as much.""Well, there is fun to be had to see you squirm and worry while being absolutely helpless to stop their death," the psychopath replied, a twisted grin appearing on his already scarred face."What are you talking abo
Alone with Donna in the dimly lit room, my mind raced with desperation. I knew I had to find a way to stop my deranged uncle and save my children before it was too late. The pain in my thigh and arm was a constant reminder of the threat I faced, but I refused to give in to despair.I decided to speak to Donna once more, hoping that I could somehow appeal to her greed or sense of self-preservation. As I began to speak, my voice was laced with urgency, "Donna, please, I'll give you anything you want. Money, power, anything. Just help me save my kids."Donna turned to me with a cold expression, her eyes devoid of any sympathy. "You think I'm that easily bought, Lin? You and your family treated me like trash, and now you expect me to help you? Not a chance in hell. You very clearly knew all these years what exactly it was I wanted and yet you just led me on, only to drop me for that whore Meghan."My heart sank, realizing that Donna was too deeply entrenched in her own self-made bitternes
I stepped out of the dimly lit room where I had been held captive, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. The hallway stretched out before me, shrouded in shadows, and eerie silence hung in the air. I knew I had to find my children and put an end to the dark ritual that threatened their lives.As I made my way down the narrow corridor, I could feel the weight of the place, the ancient and malevolent energies that permeated the walls. It was like walking through a nightmare, every step filled with trepidation. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere.My mind raced, trying to piece together the layout of the place and figure out the path I needed to take. I followed the faint traces of dark magic, the same that had bound me earlier, leading me deeper into the heart of the sinister lair.The further I ventured, the more ominous the surroundings became. The walls seemed to close in on me, and a sense of foreboding e
Vincent stepped into the chamber minutes later, a greasy smile on his lips. I barely caught Meghan's mother whisper something along the lines of: "I am way too old for this shit"He focused on Meghan's mother, disregarding my presence in the room as though he had expected it. He went to the woman and they both began to speak in hushed whispers.My heart pounded in my chest as I lay there, paralyzed and helpless once again. I strained my ears to catch every word of the heated argument between the witch, Meghan's mother, and my uncle Vincent. I didn't need to, as it turned out. Their voices were soon echoing through the chamber, filled with tension and desperation."I'm telling you, Vincent, we don't need the children anymore," Meghan's mother insisted. "We can use Lin as the sacrifice instead. He's the Alpha, and his blood will grant us even greater power."Vincent's scarred face contorted into a sneer. "The twins are powerful vessels," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I won't
Suddenly, out of the blue, I felt an overwhelming surge of rage coursing through my veins, threatening to consume me entirely. I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I tried to push back the anger that threatened to overwhelm me. However, as the fury inside me grew, I felt an odd sensation, as though my very essence was being drained away, sapped by the intensity of my emotions.I realized that my uncle, Vincent and his witch were simultaneously, feeding off every bit of my anger while using it against me. With how much power was being drained out of me, I knew I needed to regain control of my emotions, to find a way to counteract the dark energy that was luring me to hate and want to rip him apart. Desperately, I reached out with my mind, seeking a mental connection with Meghan. I forced my thoughts to recall our happiest moments together, the sound of her laughter, the warmth of her embrace, and the joy we found in each other's company.As I immersed myself in these cherished me
I shifted quickly into my wolf form, a surge of power and adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to protect my children at all costs. My bruised and battered body from the previous encounters with my uncle made me feel weaker than I had ever felt before, and I struggled to match the strength of Vincent's lycan form.With a fierce growl, I lunged at my uncle wolf, its disfigured form not stopping it from snapping and clawing at me. I knew better than to allow my neck get caught under his canine as we fought for supremacy.Vincent's wolf was larger and more muscular, and he used his size advantage to overpower me, landing vicious stab with his sharp claws and snapping jaws. I tried to evade the attacks, but I was slower and less agile due to my injuries, and each strike sent waves of pain through my body.As the fight continued, my vision blurred with pain and exhaustion. I could feel my energy draining with every passing moment, and my hope of winning this fight
"Uncle Lin!" Emily cried out, her voice filled with emotion as she fell into my arm, her brother closely behind her.I held them close, reassuring them that they were safe now as I hugged them to my chest. "You're both alright," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. "I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. It’s all over now."I pulled back after a while so I could look at both their faces, Emily had a little bruise around her wrist right where she was bond with restraints. Ethan turned out tougher than I though but above all, I was grateful a little bruise here and there was all they had sustained.“Where is Mom?” Ethan had asked, looking around.I ran my finger through his hair as I stare him in the face, finally seeing myself in his eyes as they reflect a familiar blue color.“We're going home to see Mom" I told them both, my heart swelling with love for my children. "You'll see your mom, and everything will be alright."With Emily and Ethan by my side, I began