Soren
Once I feel the tension and anger slowly begins to release from my body, I turn on my heel, stepping through the bushes and bunches of flowers, destroying every pedal beneath my feet. I storm up the wooden stairs and head back inside the mansion, my eyes catching a glimpse of the dead soldiers, their pool is a blood now finally visible to me. I quickly move up the stairs in my moves are calculated in precise, sparing, no expense as I rushed towards my bedroom.
The door swings open, and I immediately storm towards my bed, snatching my cell phone off of the side table. My fingers work for me, and I call my beta, nostrils flared from anger as my breathing grows haggard and shallow.
“Yes sir? Is everything okay?” My beta's voice vibrates my phone's tiny speakers.
“Bianca has taken Ce
