Sage’s POV
The forest burned in its own silence.
Behind us, the concrete building loomed like a smoldering corpse.
There were no more screams.
Only the lingering threat of the hybrids we had left behind.
My muscles ached, even in this enhanced form.
The air tasted of feathers, blood, and rotten alchemy.
But he... he walked as if nothing had happened.
"You going to tell me who the hell you are, or should I start peeling your skin off with my claws first?"
The man gave me a crooked smile. So much like Nox’s it made me shiver.
"So violent, Sage. And to think you were always the most rational of them all. Even when you were killing."
I frowned. I hadn’t told him my name.
"What do you know about me?"
"Everything my father warned me about you."
The man — pitch-black eyes and hair a
