My children are powerful. Dangerous. Deadly. And supposedly they're marked. Whatever the hell that means. Part III: Marked Two years ago, tragedy struck. Not once. Not twice. But three times. And we're still dealing with the aftermath. I hate the actions we had to take at the time, but I know they were necessary for the protection of everyone. And now all of our efforts, all of our caution and sacrifices might be unraveling. We're...