Chapter 81 Shadow units
Shadow units
Milo pov
My hands flew to my mouth in shock.
Two men were brutally tearing into each other at the center of the square like ferocious animals, fists, and claws were flying in the air before connecting with sickening sounds on their bodies. Blood pooled under their feet, but they didn’t stop. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that this was a death match.
But that was not what made my stomach twist painfully… The crowd surrounded the two men, cheering them on with every blow that connected like it was just a show, and not two men fighting to kill themselves. I sense a taste of horror clawing its way up my throat.
“They are fighting for the tickets,” someone whispered near me.
“Tickets?” I asked, but the words barely left before another voice answered, grim.
“For their loved ones to be treated in the hospital. Only the winners get them.”
I paused, a tremor ran through my body, at the revelation. The two men were fighting to the death just because they loved someone. And everyone is okay with it. Even urging and cheering them on.
I suddenly felt the need to vomit my morning food. My head spun, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, I found a nearest wall to steady my trembling self. while my chest heaved heavily like I had just run a marathon race.
Damon was far away from me. From the edges of my vision, I could see him stomping over to the madness that was being displayed.
My chest felt hollow and empty. The noise of the crowd sounded more distant in my ears. All the shouts, the laughter, and the boisterous atmosphere made me sick to my stomach. And all of it… the suffering of the two men, this barbaric way of getting the cure…. It was because of me. Because of what dripped from my veins.
My knees buckled. My stomach lurched violently. My blood was supposed to save lives. not this…
“Stop it,” I whispered with a shaking voice, hating myself for how weak I sounded at the moment, “Stop it, please make it stop…”
“Enough,” a loud voice carrying authority cut through the frenzy. Immediately, everything stopped. Damon's shadow loomed, his presence bearing down on the crowd below as his eyes blazed with fire and something dangerous. For a moment, I thought he was angry at me, too.
“I want to know who is responsible for this…”
“I… I can’t,” I droned out every noise, clutching my shirt with my hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. It felt like the whole crowd was staring at me with disgust and anger. Judging me, my lungs refused to function again. As I continued to hear the same words over and over in my head.
Ashbourne curse…, a monster…
A strangled cry tore through me, my legs gave way, and I sank to the ground. Different torrents of emotions run through me at the same time. regret, desperation… "I clawed my heart. I didn't even notice how long I was on the ground until strong arms scooped me off from the ground.
“No!...put me down” I gasped, thrashing weakly
I could feel them, hundreds of eyes watched, my face burned with hot tears, but Damon held me tightly.
“Quiet.” His grip only tightened around me. effortlessly like he was carrying a sack of feathers. His boots thudded against the ground as we left the crowd behind. I buried my face against his shoulder, shame crawling in my face with each step he took.
I hated this. I hated how weak I looked, despite trying not to. But I couldn’t stop the feeling that continued to drag me to him. Everything our skin touched, like we were connected by an invisible rope.
But as the training center continued to loom closer and closer, a traitorous part of me felt… safe in his hands.
Damon didn’t stop at the normal training ground that was already familiar to me, he continued forward, passing the crowd of training recruits, deeper into the training facility.
“I…where are we…”
“Twackkk!”
A loud shout followed by a stinking pain came from my behind, from where Damon had spanked me.
Heat crept across my face.
“Be patient”
He grumbled, going deeper into the building without explaining anything else. The sounds of people training continued to fade as we continued to go deeper, until it stopped completely, swallowed by a heavy and cold air. Damon stopped in front of a huge door that loomed over us like a city gate.
How big was this training building…
I wondered, after he dropped me. My jaws hung open in sheer shock and amazement, but then, my eyes widened at the sigil on the door.
I gasped, my earlier excitement turning to dread, as I recognised the sigil. The famous and at same time mysterious sigil in the whole pack. The sigil belonged to no other than to the mysterious and famous.
The shadow unit??