**Adira's POV**
Flashback
I had been hunting down the men who murdered my mother for some time now. I long ago gave up keeping track on what day of the week it was or even what month it was. The only thing I focused on or cared about was collecting the souls of the men who made me an orphan at such a young age. The men who laughed and enjoyed ripping the only family I had apart. I was down to three more and today the count would go down to two.
Vincent Bernard. I remember every little move he made the dreadful night. How he extended his canines and bared them at me to keep still while his friends continued beating and torturing my mother. How he laughed in my ear as I cried and begged for them to stop. Bernard didn't lay a hand on my mother, but I could tell that he really enjoyed the
