The atmosphere inside the mansion had turned heavy.
It was not like some sort of grief, But heavy as if something was about to break out.
Like the quiet moment before a thunderstorm breaks.
Alvin stood beside the long wooden table in the strategy room, fingers resting lightly on the map spread across its surface. Several locations had already been marked with charcoal circles where the patrol teams had searched.
None of them had found Alice.
Across the room, Xavier finished fastening the armored straps across his chest. His movements were efficient and controlled, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed the storm raging beneath his calm exterior.
Jax leaned against the wall near the window, arms folded tightly, jaw clenched. Luis stood nearby, unusually quiet for once, his golden hair tied back loosely as he watched the others.
And near the doorway stood a woman whose presence alone seemed to chill the room.
Yura Kevin.
