Darius managed to slip out of Edwin's clutches but with a deep and nasty wound on his neck. He finally stopped at a river just outside Kinsville. He knew the risks of staying there for long because of his father's spy network.
But he could not keep on like this. The burn on his neck was killing him, burning his skin and the tissues underneath it.
His body burned and began turning a pale blue. It must be the poison from Edwin's wolf's claws.
Darius tore his shirt and discarded it on the ground carelessly. He felt weak... something that he had not felt in a long... long time.
As soon as his wound came into direct contact with the sunlight, it burned even more to the point Darius's eyes watered, his vision turned hazy.
Every nerve in his body was under so much strain as he screamed in agony. He had fought with the werewolves before and had taken their attacks on his body. But never had he gone through so much pain before.
