Luke stood up, distressed and filled with terror as he heard Daniel's words. The great white wolf, his howl could only mean one thing. Alexander had somehow broken his seal. He had a very simple thing to do and everything would end peacefully so why did he decide to do this? Why did he have to ruin himself just because of all the doubts haunting his mind. Luke felt incredibly angry, disappointed and sad. In reality he didn't know himself, what kind of mixed emotions were stirring up his existence. It was pointless, trying to understand by now.
"Stop! You will hurt your hands there is wolfsbane on the rope.!" Mikael scolded him as he observed his best friend rub his restrained hands and put pressure on them, twisting his wrists manically just to get out of his restraints.
"That is Alexander and he will kill everyone if we don't hurry." Luke explained as he felt his skin melt, the exact places the rope touched turning red as the skin burned and disappeared.
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