Vale's POV
The roar that came from the darkness wasn't Vincent's voice.
It was something ancient. Something powerful. Something that made every shadow wolf in the warehouse whimper and back away like scared puppies.
"What is that?" I whispered.
Papa grabbed my arm. "We need to leave. Now."
But I couldn't move. Dante was still poisoned, still turning into one of those horrible shadow creatures. His skin was getting paler by the second, and his eyes were losing their beautiful silver color.
"I'm not leaving him," I said firmly.
"Vale, please," Papa begged. "You don't understand what's happening here."
Another roar shook the building. This time, chunks of concrete fell from the ceiling.
Through the hole in the floor, I saw something climbing up from the tunnels below. Not a shadow wolf. Something bigger. Much bigger.
