* Dominic’s POV *
There was a saying my father used to mention when I was a kid. Back then, I used to think that was just the drunk man talking. But now, I was beginning to see the truth in his words. He used to say, ‘Death has many faces. It might come to you wearing one face, and tomorrow it comes with a different one. The wisest of men learns to adapt to each of death’s faces.’
And so I did.
I adapted. I learned how to survive in a world where everything was rapidly changing. No one else would understand the sacrifices I had to make, or the reason why I did what I did.
In my case, death came to me in the form of Alpha Zion. Right from the moment he stepped into my home, a darkness descended over everything around me, the kind which only seemed to exist around him. I thought I had
