Chapter 122

We stay there in silence- him kneeling, me standing. The steady sound of our pups beating heart the only sound we can hear. His thoughts on our pup, mine on my new powers and the impending war. And what will be the fate of my unborn child. His black hair sticks to his sweat-slicked forehead, curling together in tendrils of ink-stained grease. Disgusting. I look to the golden haired woman beside him. Similar disgust fills deep within my gut. The chosen one. The girl everyone loves. I hope Danté slaughters the bitch when he's done with her. I let the darkness seep from my hands and I watch in delight as they coil around her head, bleeding into the skin. My nightmares run free in her twisted little mind, letting my chaos be uncontrolled and carnage consuming the light within. My gaze moves back to him. The murderer of mothers. This time, I let my hands touch him, the shadows within me seeping deep into his hippocampus, where