Chapter Twenty-Four
In the darkness, Noah ran as fast as his tiny body could tolerate, the kitten on his shoulder. He had turned into a quiet part of the national park. As much as the area was peaceful and serene every morning when he took walks with his father, now the darkness distorted the shapes of the trees and bushes, making them look like demons reaching out to grab him. An eerie wind howled around him, blowing the sounds of hell’s chanting into his ears, a melody of death.
Lorcan called out and raced after him. He caught up and grabbed the boy. “Noah, please, don’t do that. It doesn’t help your father.” He wiped the tears from Noah’s cheek. “He’ll be just fine. I’ll make him better. Don’t worry.”
“How?” Noah cried.
“I’ll find a way. You have to trust me. Your father’s very stro
