Draven’s POV
It was a nightmare.
My sons, both of them, dead.
I jolted awake with their screams echoing in my skull. Sweat clung to my skin.
I had to see them… now.
The sun had just broken the horizon when I stormed through the hallway like a storm in flesh, my coat billowing behind me.
The walls blurred. My pulse roared in my ears. My eyes burned, glowing crimson with panic and unspoken dread.
I slammed Kelvin’s bedroom door open, breath caught in my throat. I was expecting to find my son unconscious, as he’d been all night.
But the bed was empty.
The bed was in shambles. The sheets were ruffled, stained faintly with dried blood.
A pillow on the floor. The window, unlatched, a cold breeze curling in like a phantom’s touch.
My heart dropped like a stone in my chest.
No. Not aga
