Silas's POV
Just then, the door started shaking—like they were hitting it with something heavy.
I sat there, frozen in terror, my whole body trembling as the door rattled violently.
Velric tightened his grip on me, his small hands clutching onto my clothes. He was terrified.
I had no idea what they were using to hit the door, but one thing was clear—whoever they were, they were determined to get in.
And the worst part? No one—not a single neighbor—was saying anything about the noise in the middle of the night.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, a powerful crash shook the entire room.
The door broke.
My eyes widened in horror. Someone had just broken into my house.
What could be more terrifying than this? Five—no, six—men stood there. Thugs.
Their big, muscular bodies, the scars on their faces, the way they carried themselves… everything about them screamed danger.
These were not normal people.
