Chapter 229

“Let my son go!” his father screamed, his voice breaking and echoing across the rooftop with a desperation that rattled Moosa to his core. The scream was not for himself; it was a father’s last attempt to shield his child from the storm. He tried to lunge toward Moosa, to shield him, to fight for him with whatever strength remained in his battered body. The determination in his father’s eyes burned like fire, a silent command for Moosa to stay strong and survive, but the man who held his locks behind him tightened his grip, preventing any movement. The force was unyielding, cold, and cruel, and the tension was suffocating, pressing down on Moosa like a physical weight. Every second stretched endlessly, filled with the clamor of distant gunfire, the shouts of men, and the pounding of Moosa’s own heart, as father and son faced the threat together, their bond unbroken even in the midst of terror.

Moosa growled, the sound low and filled with fury, a deep rumble from his chest that