Harold stabbed his fingers through his hair glaring up at the pentagram in the sky. It was a warning, a silent sign of the dangers that would come.
And today it had confirmed his worst fear.
Of course, he had taken precautions and tried to keep them away from her.
But one of them had gotten close her, really close.
Dread, anger, and frustration roiled inside him like a storm.
"Don't worry" He heard Blacklee's voice as he placed a hand on his shoulder " We will face them together as we have always had"
"I know," he said looking back at his trusted friend as the cold wind of the night whipped his silver hair into his face "It's not us I'm worried about" But If any harm came to her whatsoever he would shatter everything from the skies of Zeus to Hades underworld if they tried to harm he
