Max’s vision blurred with the rage building inside him. The lingering pain behind his left eye was a constant, throbbing reminder of the prophecy, of the insignia that now marked his destiny. He stormed out into the cold night air, his fists clenched so tight he could feel his nails digging into his palms.
The dim light of the moon barely cut through the dense canopy of the trees surrounding the compound. Shadows danced along the path, their forms twisting and shifting as if taunting him. His breath came out in ragged bursts as his thoughts raced, focusing on one thing: Vera.
She’s alive. After all these years, she’s alive.
Max’s pulse quickened at the thought, but it was more than just hope that surged within him. The prophecy was happening. The bond, the one his father had spoken of i
