Chapter 67

• Third Person’s POV
• Duke didn’t understand why Damian insisted on returning, but he nodded, silent obedience in his movements. The Bloodfang Alpha and his aide moved swiftly through the twisting alleys of Moonvale City, tracing the shadows of the black market, until they arrived at the Hell Apothecary, only to find the gates sealed, silence pressing against the walls like a predator stalking its prey.
• “Where is he? Anyone here? Moonmender… come out!” Damian’s voice rang through the narrow streets, sharp as fang and echoing with desperation. He pounded the doors with his massive hands, but no sound answered him, only the immovable iron of the blackened gates and a gnawing suspicion that all was not as it seemed.