Marcus let out a deep laugh,his body trembling as it engulfed him. The sound of his laughter was unsettling as though he could see something that others couldn't. Blood trickled down from his eyelids and the corner of his mouth. And even though his body was battered and bruised in different places,he continued to laugh.
All Zade could see was red. He no longer cared about the humans he had been trying to protect,raw fury flooding his veins as his muscles tensed, clouding his reason. He didn't care about who he'd hurt,the only thing that registered in his mind was that Marcus had killed Isla. His Isla.
It pained him that Marcus was still laughing after taking Isla away from him. That he was still alive when his heart should be in his palm.
"You need to snap out of this. Zade…stop!" Ronan screamed his voice cracking through the thick air as he ran after him, stumbling over the rumbles. "You're not thinking straight now…just…Isla"
