Chapter 11 Blood And Hate: The Rift Grows

Alpha Zedex I paced anxiously in Grandpa's wooden chamber, surrounded by fire sticks hanging on the wall and a faint smell of old wood. The sound of my heartbeats and footsteps echoed off the walls. Grandpa lay on the bed, motionless, as fear crawled to my heart. He had been my rock for years, and I couldn't bear the idea of losing him.