CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR

I hear my grandfather's voice and then the mansion is overrun with silver wolves.

As I hold my thin father in my arms, I stare at his face, uncaring of the fight that is waging on.

“Nadiel, son!” My grandfather drops to his knees in front of my father, his hands shaking. “What have they done to you?”

However, my father’s eyes slip shut.

“He still has a pulse,” I babble, my heart racing. “He’s alive. He’s just-“

Samantha rushes over, her eyes tight, “These your people?”

My grandfather looks at her and his eyes go to the insignia on the sword and he hisses, “Hunter!”

He raise a hand and I can see the killing intent in his eyes. I quickly grab his hand, “No, grandfather! She’s -“ I glance at Samantha, “on our side. I think.”

Samantha doesn’t sheathe her sword behind her back. Instead, she crouches down and takes out a bottle from her pocket, tossing off the lid and forcing whatever liquid is inside into my father's mouth.

“He’s dying,” She says, grimly, before