Jonas' POV

I dragged my body weakly out of the forest that bordered my mansion. The smell of smoke invaded my lungs, and when I turned to look back, I saw thick fumes rising over the heads of the trees behind me.

I gritted my teeth in anger. Those fools had burnt down my family's house.

I was lucky to still be alive and not be followed by his men. I dragged my bad leg across the ground, and my blood made a trail as I inched closer to my destination.

My eyes were deep red; I had watched ...