As Ambrose faced judgment from his new teammates, Viktor stayed back at their house.
Alone.
He hadn't gone to Glacier Talon in almost a week now. And to top it off, he and his mother hadn't spoken since he moved out.
If he was being honest he wanted things that way. The more he hung around his mother, the more likely the possibility of the nosy woman finding something out about him and Ambrose.
Especially the permanent link.
However, today he wasn't going to be entirely idle. He got a call from the Guild a couple of minutes ago that some officials from the United States Hunters Federation would be visiting him.
Why specifically? Well, that's what he was about to find out.
"Mr Morozov." A man in a simple white long-sleeve shirt and black pants was the first to greet him at the gates. He stretched out a hand to shake him. "I'm glad we could schedule this meeting."
