IN THOSE moments, Angeline was on top of the rooftop illuminated by the rising of the bright moon. She tried to get connected with her brother's mind.
"Ethan please, talk to me," pleaded Angeline who was at the very top of the rooftop of a building. All she could hear was her twin's deep inhale and exhale breathing which seemed to be having difficulty. "Are you okay?"
Her voice woke up Ethan, his consciousness was already returning," sorry, I passed out. I was captured by a group of fangs. They have one powerful witch old woman. I've no idea who they are," he explained shaking his head to get the proper focus in his surroundings. It has a funky smell that could puke anyone.
"But are you okay?"
"No, I can't move," Ethan's explicit confession. "I'm getting weak from this silver chain with my hands chained outstretched. It's wearing me out..."
