Tyler's POV
I sat in my office, the weight of anticipation hanging in the air like a thick fog. Earlier, I had visited Azura's cottage, only to find it empty. Her brother assured me he'd send a message, urging her to return immediately. The urgency was palpable — we needed all the help we could get to save the Luna.
As I waited, the seconds ticked by with an agonizing slowness. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one racing towards the singular goal of rescuing Danielle from the clutches of that psychopathic hybrid, Damian.
I leaned back in my office chair, frustration etching lines across my face as Jackson barged in without a courtesy knock. "Ever heard of knocking?" I quipped, taking a generous sip of bourbon, the sharp liquid a fleeting distraction from the pressing issue at h
