Chapter 13

• Third POV
• “Alpha Nivaan?” Marx’s voice sounded as he entered the dark room. He instinctively flicked on the switch. A soft white glow spread over the room illuminating the chaotic mess.
• A gasp escaped Marx’s lips as his eyes swept over the room. The furniture was lying helter-skelter; the shattered remains of a vase were scattered on the floor; the food on the table was untouched and crunched glass had a few blotches of blood on them. What exactly happened here?