Wyatt POV
Seeing something that belonged to my mother after so long was a heart-wrenching experience. As I laid my eyes on that precious item, a rush of emotions overwhelmed me.
I had spent countless hours searching for any trace of my mother's existence, desperately hoping for a sign, even the tiniest crumb on the trail. And now, that vile vampire had the audacity to dangle it in front of me. My blood boiled with anger and frustration. She thought she had me, and in all honesty, she nearly succeeded.
A part of me felt that if I didn't follow even that small crumb, I would be failing my mother. But then, my thoughts shifted to Misty. Her image filled my mind, and I realized that she had become just as important, if not more, than finding my mother. The necklace, once a symbol of hope,
