Ezelreth's army rushed through the portal blood lusted and crazed.
Chaos ensued after the gates were flooded.
Odette and Ambrose took down rogues and Turned a like. Blood painted their bodies; rage filled her eyes.
Oliver approached her from behind and launched over her landing on a rogue's back pulling its clean off its shoulders. The beast never had a chance.
"Gabriel's dead."
Odette stopped in her tracks her head jerking toward Oliver.
"What…" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Gabriel, Odette, Gabriel is dead."
Odette's heart ached, and a scream deep from within, burst from her lips. The shockwave from its force sent ripples of raw rage through the air.
And that's when she sensed him. The magnetic pull of her opposite, her equal.
The DarkChild was here. The darkness in the forest that surrounded them encroached, smothering the light from even the fire.
Shadows followed his command, trailing behind him.
