Lincoln lightly knocked on the door to Valin's room. There was not only a lot of commotion but his demonic aura seemed to have gotten stronger. When Valin didn't answer, he opened the door and peeked in. He was no longer in bed. Lincoln stepped into the room. Valin wasn't anywhere that he looked but he could feel his presence.
"Valin? Where are you?" Lincoln called out in the room. An area in the farthest corner of the room reeked of demon blood. He slowly approached the corner and his heart raced. Sweat seemed to pour from his brow. "What's wrong, Lincoln? It's only Valin. He would never hurt you." He whispered to himself. His instincts were screaming , 'Run!'.
He gulped down his spit hard as he entered the dark shadows. A deep hungry growl, followed by a loud hiss, paralyzed his body
