Hunter's POV

I could hear something... a sound that didn’t belong. I tossed the covers off and slid out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the carpet. I reached the door, hand hovering over the handle, but stilled when I heard it again. A sound so quiet I almost thought I’d imagined it.

Crying… low and muffled, coming from down the hall. Grace’s room.

My hand pushed open my door, stepping into the dark hallway. As I got closer, it grew clearer. It wasn’t the loud angry cry Helena ...