Third Person's POV
Luca, standing in the hallway with his phone in hand, wasn’t surprised when Emelie wandered out of the bedroom down the hall, this haunted look in her eyes and just stood before him, waiting. He knew exactly what she was asking even without vocalizing it. “He’s alive.” When her knees gave out at the news, Luca caught her arm, holding her upright and she let out this broken, keening cry. Irritation tore through Luca at the sound of footsteps—the fast-paced footfalls of a hungry i***t who can’t stay away. Heaving a sigh, he let the girl go as Xavier pulled her to his chest. A bloodied wreck, eyes still flashing that deadly silver, Luca was grateful that he’d headed his warning to hunt then. Still, the elder brother couldn’t help but feel concerned about her well-be
