5 years later…
Remember your iron heart and your devil's vow.
No. Lei Bo. Don't leave me.
ZHAN SHENG'S EYES SNAPPED open as he was wrenched from the depths of sleep, his body bathed in a cold sweat. The rage that burned within him was a wildfire, devouring him from the inside out. It was a fierce, all-consuming flame that threatened to demolish him.
Not now. Zhan Sheng thought.
Black mist surrounded him and swirled like a tempest, a raging storm that impended to engulf him in its darkness. The devil's mark on his forehead glowed like a beacon, a bright and burning reminder of the power that coursed through his veins. Since he had shifted into a Lycan all other those years ago the mark had remained as a permanent fixture on his forehead.
