Vale's POV
Lightning crashed through the cathedral windows as my father's army charged forward.
"Run!" Dante shouted, grabbing my arm.
But I couldn't move. Seeing my father's empty, glowing eyes made my heart break into a million pieces. Vincent had turned him into some kind of puppet, just like in my vision.
"Papa," I whispered, hoping the man I loved was still in there somewhere.
My father raised his gun and pointed it straight at my chest. "Come with me, Vale. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
His voice sounded like him, but wrong. Like someone else was using his mouth to talk.
Adrian stepped in front of me, his fangs showing. "She's not going anywhere with you."
"Then you'll all die," my father said with Vincent's cruel smile.
The vampires and werewolves behind him started moving closer. Their eyes glowed with the same dark magic I'd seen in Vincent's vision. They looked hungry for blood.
That's when something impossible happened.
