Voices of the damned

(Amelia)

Dark shadows marched around the house belonging to Marcus. Damien gave the order for us to stay put so that we could figure out a way to get to him. 

These shadows were exactly like the ones that were following us before. I crouched low behind the remnants of an old stone wall, my heart racing as I watched the shadows move with an eerie fluidity. 

They weren't just shadows in the ordinary sense; they had a presence, a malevolence that made the air feel thick and oppressive and cloaked in black. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I knew that wasn't an option—not with Marcus here and what we were after.

Damien was beside me, his expression tense as he studied the scene. The shadows seemed to be circling the house, almost as if they were waiting for something—or someone.