Marcus's Pov
Evening fell like a curse, slow, crawling, and ig was heavy with whispers.
The wind had teeth tonight, biting through my thick jacketh as I stood staring into the distance. A storm was coming, not the kind the skies warned of, but one of blood, shadow, and danger.
Foxy hadn't sensed it yet.
Good.
I wanted to give her one more night of peace.
One more breath before the storm came crashing down.
Just one more moment where the weight of fate hadn't sunk its claws into her chest.
Behind me, the heavy wooden door creaked open.
I didn't have to turn to know it was Lucas.
"We have a problem."
He said, stepping beside me.
"Only one?"
I muttered, my tone dry.
Lucas didn't smile.
That was the first sign that things were worse than I'd hoped.
He folded his arms, his eyes fixed on the dark horizon like it might bite back.
"They're gone."
I blinked once.
"Gone?"
