MARSHALL’S POV
Silence, like a thick fog, enveloped the dimly lit chamber, casting an eerie stillness upon the surroundings. Within those solemn walls, I found myself confined, the only occupant amidst the suffocating void. Frustration and anger intertwined, rising within me like a storm, their intensity threatening to break the fragile calm that clung to the air.
Beneath the surface, a profound discontent gnawed at my very core, relentlessly fueled by the weight of unrequited love. Each beat of my heart echoed with the ache of longing, a constant reminder of the impassable chasm that separated Freya and me. How cruel and ironic it seemed that my existence as a vampire, once a source of power and immortality, had become an insurmountable barrier, casting a shadow over the connection I ye
