Maya POV

We limp back to the compound as the sun rises. Alexei's soldiers carry their dead and wounded. Zara stays close to me, not quite trusting that this alliance will hold.

No one speaks. We're all thinking the same thing. Five hybrids loose. More waking up. And we barely survived one. Konstantin is waiting at the compound gates. His expression doesn't change when he sees the casualties. Just observe. Taking mental notes.

"I've been informed of the situation," he says calmly. "Five ...