Dad shook as his eyes turned red. His body was changing, and his mouth salivated. His canines were showing up.
"D-do it and l-leave!" he ordered.
Rebel didn't waste any minute. He broke the bottle's cap and poured the liquid inside his mouth before lunging at Dad and biting him on the neck. He ran every drop of that liquid inside Dad's wound and watched him stumble down.
"G-go! Lead the entire horde to my daughter," he said.
Although Rebel didn't want what was happening, he bid goodbye to Dad but not after he sensed someone was watching us. In his memory, although it was dark, I saw an arm with a tribal tattoo. It was so familiar to me; I wanted to see who it was. But Rebel left the room after that.
