Death. 
A heart wrenching or relieving experience that all have to face at some point in their existence. None are able to cheat or escape their inevitable demise, no matter how hard we fight. 
Yet one was lucky enough to bypass death's embrace. An action spelt the end for the soul that should have never been spared.

Hunted

Draven froze before whipping his head harshly in Dantae's direction. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" He spat "You know that we're not allowed to give away that-" 


"Yes, Draven. I know the rules you are governed by, but one of your kind went against the order and kept her alive." Dante snapped back, his eyes flashing with rage. "Because of your choice to rebel, you've got her involved in this, but you’ve painted a target on our backs too." 


Draven snarled and slammed Dantae into the wall baring his teeth in warning. "Sebastian is the one who rebelled, not me." 


"And yet you followed him like a fucking idiot. But your tits aren't in a knot over that are they?" 


Chapter 7