Chapter 80. Night Born

TRIGGER WARNING: READERS' DISCRETION ADVISED. 

Denzel raised his head in alarm. Cinnia's tortured shouts split through his head as he and his army of warriors came to a stop outside the old church. 

He clutched the sharpened wooden stake strapped at his waist—one of the many he had hidden in different parts of his clothing—till the skin over his knuckles was stretched taut. 

Anger, rage, and a boiling hot need to tear people apart raged within Denzel. He gritted his teeth and with a short, hand signal, he ordered his pack warriors to follow him into the church. 

Just then, the air thickened all around them and they slammed into an invisible forcefield one by one, with Denzel hitting it headfirst. 

"How in the world am I supposed to get to my girl now?" Denzel muttered, beginning to question himself. 

When they stumbled back from the barrier, Mya appeared at Denzel's right side and shook his shoulder. "I thought