Alexander's POV

The abandoned motel looms in the darkness, windows like dead eyes staring back at us. My warriors are positioned around the perimeter, silent shadows waiting for my signal.

Then my phone rings.

Antonio.

"We have your son," he says without preamble. "And your mother. Forest clearing, twenty miles northeast of your position. The human—Lorenzo—escaped."

My blood turns to ice, then fire.

"Harper," I snap through the phone. "Take your team. ...