The weight of the decision hung heavy in the air.
Makayla still couldn’t believe what she had just agreed to.
Vivienne.
The woman who had nearly killed their father. The hunter who had stormed into their lives with weapons meant to destroy their kind.
And now, she was their only hope.
Makayla inhaled sharply, shoving her emotions aside.
There wasn’t time to dwell on the past.
They had to move.
Mikhail was already shifting into action, scanning the wreckage of their home with sharp, calculating eyes.
“If we’re going to find her, we need to start now,” he muttered. “She’s a hunter—she’s always moving. If we wait too long, she’ll disappear.”
Makayla nodded.
“Do you have any idea where she is?”
Mikhail exhaled slowly.
“I have a few guesses.”
He didn’t elaborate, but Makayla knew
