Dylan Fairway
My brain feels like it's ready to explode, the voices never stop and the burning from the mate mark on my neck has me feeling irritated. I pull the hood up over my head to hide from anyone who tries to interact with me.
I make my way over the town centre as the rain comes down biblically heavy, bouncing off the ground. The shadows feel like they are moving, stalking me almost, the voice laughs at that thought. The sound grates on my nerves, the cold emotionless sound of the one who haunts me.
I get to the training building just as a bunch of my warriors are leaving, the smell of their cheap cologne and alcohol on them tells me they are heading to the club. They just nod to me and keep going clearly excited about whatever female they are about to pick up, a small part of m
