The Bloodbath

A sharp shriek escaped Emily's lips as she immediately turned around to bury her face in her brother's chest.

Mark's arms tightened around his little sister's shivering frame while his eyes stared at the pile of the dead security guards in front of him.

He could feel his blood boiling as he realized that most of them were tortured before they were killed. The marks of fangs and blood on their necks were the visible evidence of how much torture they would have gone through.

Even though their security teams were well trained and could have handled a few rogue supernaturals, they were still not capable of handling dozens of powerful rogues.

"Em, go inside and lock the do...."

Mark once again did not get the chance to complete his sentence as the man who had spoken a few moments ago, spread his right palm towards them and the door of the passenger side closed with a loud bang immediately.