Chapter Seventy Seven

CHRIS

“Who are you?” I asked, panting as the strange figure drew close to me.

The stranger's face was too blurry for me to see, he held a sword in his hand as he continued to chase me. I ran as fast as I could but he was faster. His posture was tall and imposing with red glowing eyes that pierced through the darkness.

“You have nowhere to hide now, young alpha. I warned you but you refused to listen,” the strange man said, his voice husky and dreadful.

“What do you want from me?” I felt fear grip me as the strange figure drew closer, raising its sword over me to strike.

“Chris,” the strange figure hissed, “Your death is at hand.”

I jolted from the bed, panting and sweating profusely. It was a dream, similar to the ones I had in the past but this time it felt too real. I could still feel the presence of the strange being hovering around my chambers. It was still late at night but I couldn’t bring myself to go back to sleep.

Why was all of this happening to me? First, it was the mage’s