~Odette~
Ezelreth's army rushed through the portal blood lusted and crazed.
I couldn't believe his sheer numbers.
He really was planning this entire time.
Chaos ensued after the gates were flooded.
Ambrose and I took down rogues and Turned a like. Blood painted our bodies; rage filled our eyes.
Uncle Oliver approached me from behind and launched over me landing on a rogue's back pulling its clean off its shoulders. The beast never had a chance.
I grinned maliciously.
"Your Uncle Gabriel's dead."
I stopped dead in my tracks my head jerking toward my uncle.
"What…" It was more of a statement than a question. My brain was drawing a blank.
"Gabriel, Odette, you Uncle Gabriel is dead."
My heart lurched forward. Jumping as it ached, and a scream deep from within, burst from my lips. The shockwave from its force sent ripples of raw rage through the air.
And that's when I sensed him. The magnetic pull of my opposite, my equal.
