The Duke's Wrath Unleashed
Leon's jaw tightened.
That light in his eyes—gone. Snuffed out. Something else sat there now. Something darker. Meaner.
Ronan was right.
He felt it like a punch to the gut.
I should've moved sooner… Should've never waited for the damn sunrise.
He cursed himself, quietly, deep in his chest. But on the surface, his voice didn't crack.
Didn't even shift.
"Where's Ronan?"
Captain Black was quick.
"Already in the city, my lord. He took a strike team out. He's been tracking suspicious movement since earlier."
Leon gave a slow nod, breathing in through his nose. The kind of breath you take to hold back something ugly.
"Okay…"
But the world didn't care.
A scream tore through the night—raw, sharp. Like it was ripping through flesh.
Then another.
Then another.
A death cry echoed past the gates.
Leon didn't hesitate.
He vanished.
One step. Just one.
Gone. A blur of black and wind.
