A piercing, guttural scream echoed through the air.
It wasn’t a mortal sound but a fractured howl of anguish and rage that sent a chill through the guests.
Gasps rippled across the room as the dome of light above the ceremony splintered, shards of golden energy scattering like broken glass.
A twisted lycan figure plunged from the heavens, its twisted wings rippling with a warped aura as it dove with terrifying speed.
Its once-human face was now a grotesque mask of scars and glowing fissures.
Its eyes were twin voids radiating madness. Clawed hands crackled with chaotic lightning-like bolts, their violet glow stark against the pristine backdrop of the wedding.
‘Cursed!’
Its screech reverberated through the entire space.
‘This union is cursed!’
Before anyone could react, the assassin released a volley of bolts streaking toward the altar with deadly intent.
Chapter 3
SABA
‘Shields!’
Mak’s growl cut through the chaos.
A shimmering barrier of diamond-white light erupted over the altar just in time.
The bolts ricocheted off the shield, exploding harmlessly in midair.
Mak’s brothers and five more of the Signet strong guard prowled into action, surrounding Mak and Saba, clad in sleek black Signet dress uniforms.
‘Stay,’ Mak snarled into Saba’s ear.
Like, where else was she going to go?
With a surge of freakish muscle and spectral strength, Mak launched into the sky, powering past the electrified bulwark, heat-seeking the attacker.
It turned its bolts toward Mak, who continued to slice through the air with practiced precision.
Two other Signet strong guards flanked Mak.
The guests ducked and scattered, their shock palpable.
Murmurs of fear and outrage filled the atmosphere as the Signet men converged on the attacker mid-flight.
Saba recognized whatitwas with a silent intake of breath.
It was asachem, a were-beast evolved through laboratory experiments, bio-enhancement, gene splicing, and sheer madness.
Thesachemfought with feral desperation, claws slashing and energy missiles flying in every direction, but the strong guard moved as one. One struck from above, driving the assassin downward.
Another took the assault to its side, sinking a luminous lance into the creature’s left thigh.
Still, it roared and screeched, swiping as if to disembowel its captors.
The final blow came from Mak himself.
