Maverick POV
3 Days Ago
As I make my way back to the packhouse, my mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. My encounter with my father has left me shaken and unsettled, the sense of foreboding weighing heavily on my mind. What had my father seen? What had the Dark Savior promised him? What the h*ll was that mark on his neck? And what does it mean for our plans moving forward? I lose myself in a train of thought and before I know it I'm on the doorstep of the packhouse. I drag myself inside and return to my room. Looking at the clock on the wall, I know I can get a few hours of sleep before I have to get up. I quickly get into bed and soon find myself tossing and turning, my dreams plagued by visions of death. I'm in a field, where there are hundreds if not thousands of flowers
