Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Luke's POV

The atmosphere of the palace hospital that night was extremely quiet. Only the sound of Rebecca's regular but weak breathing could be heard in the room as if she was fighting against something invisible. I sat beside her, my cold hand kept a tight grip on her fingers that felt so fragile. Like a leaf that only needs a small touch to fall.

Outside, the full moon slowly sank behind gray clouds, as if mourning what had happened to my wife. Every second passed like torture. I tried to figure out what the black-robed figure had done to Rebecca. The wounds on her body were no ordinary wounds-there was something darker, more sinister, flowing in her blood.

"What does he want from you, Rebecca?" I whispered, even though I knew there would be no answer.

My mind was full of possibilities, trying to piece together every bit of events that had happened since the attack. The black-robed figure possessed a power that could not be underestimated. I growled softly, feeling the