Thirty Five

Sylvia's words hit Nolan hard, and he felt his core seeping away from him while Sylvia watched him crumble slowly mockery evident in her eyes. He repeatedly told himself that she was wrong, the people he loved would never leave him nor die, she was just saying all that to get to him and he wasn't interested in giving her the pleasure.

"Go on back to your room alpha and enjoy your power while it lasts for as the dawn draws near so does your destruction," Sylvia whispered.

Nolan scoffed and slapped her with the back of his hand. Sylvia licked off the blood from her lips which had a little cut as his fingers had torn through them, she spat out and laughed hysterically.

"No matter how much you try to avoid it, you know you won't be able to escape it. It's your fate and you know why? It's because you're the son of the devil and the devil lives in hell you have to go back to your origin, don't you?" Sylvia said flatly.