MARCUS POV
We—me and Drake—had tracked Lucius down the mountain, following the faint scent trail he left behind. Normally I wouldn't have bothered to trail after him like some obedient hound, but Rose was missing, and Lucius had sworn he'd "rescue" her.
Rescue, my ass.
The moment the trail curved sharply down a ridge and turned into a ravine, I knew something was wrong. Lucius moved too fast, too deliberately, too hungry.
The moment I stepped into that clearing, the moment I saw him—actually saw him—hovering over her, feeding from her neck, everything inside me exploded.
Red.
Red everywhere. Red flooding my mind, burning through my body, turning every brotherly memory I had of him into ash. I didn't think. I didn't reason. I didn't care that he was my older brother.
The world didn't just tilt; it split open.
