The trader, old Mr. Berkeley, rubbed his hands together nervously as he approached the vampire prince. "I know where to find the boy, Your Highness," he said, his voice trembling.
The prince's eyes narrowed. "Go on."
Mr. Berkeley swallowed hard. "I sold the medicine to him. I know where he lives."
The prince's face twisted into a cruel smile. "Tell me."
Mr. Berkeley hesitated, but the promise of a reward and the fear of punishment proved too great. He revealed the location of Marcus's house, and the prince's eyes gleamed with excitement.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, the prince and his guards advanced on Marcus's house. The rain began to fall, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the scene.
Marcus's father, William, answered the door, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the prince and his guards. "What do you want?" he growled.
One of the guards stepped forward. "We're looking for Marcus. He's insulted the prince, and he must be punished."
William's face darkened. "What are you talking about? Marcus is just a boy."
The guard sneered. "He's old enough to know better. And now, he'll have to face the consequences."
As the guards tried to force their way into the house, William's anger boiled over. Without the bay powder to suppress his werewolf traits, he transformed into a massive black wolf with dark red eyes.
The wolf charged at the guards, its jaws snapping wildly. The guards fought back, but they were no match for the wolf's ferocity. Several of them fell to the ground, injured or dead.
The prince himself stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury. He clashed with the wolf, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle. The wolf's eyes flashed with anger, but the prince's superior strength began to gain the upper hand.
Just as the prince was about to deliver the killing blow, Marcus walked into the house, his eyes widening in horror at the scene before him.
The prince's eyes locked onto Marcus, and a cruel smile spread across his face. With a swift motion, he plunged his sword into the wolf's heart, killing William instantly.
Marcus's scream of anguish was drowned out by the sound of the rain pounding against the roof. The prince turned to him, his eyes glinting with triumph.
"Take him to the palace," the prince ordered his guards, his voice dripping with malice.
As the guards closed in on Marcus, he felt his world crumbling around him. His father was dead, and he was at the mercy of the ruthless vampire prince. "You demon I will cut off your head with with my own very hands.
The vampire prince laughed sarcastically "oh, really. Then how about I give you a chance right now. Give him a sword"
One of the guards threw a sword towards Marcus who grabbed it and immediately charged towards the prince with all his might, the prince dodged his attack and kicked him sending Marcus flying across the yard and landed with a thund on the other side.
"Take him away" the prince said with a victorious smirk playing across his face.
He tried to fight the guards and resist the arrest but they were too strong for him so they took him away so as to report to the king and have him