Earlier...
Marcus paced about the living room in their new house. They had just completed the journey from the mayor's house and had returned home another arm shorter. A witch had intercepted them on the way and stole his daughter. Marcus had promised to protect her when he took her in thirty years ago. A hunter never broke his promises and he had just done that now.
Mallory placed a hand over his arm. She spoke softly "Marcus, calm down. Your blood pressure would spike at this rate."
He was a man that things never got to. A man that would never break a sweat in the time of danger. At this point, he was visibly shaking. Rule sat at one corner of the living room studying his father and blinking as frequently as it should be normal. He had lost his son and now his daughter was gone.
"What if they kill her, Mals?"
