Kayla's POV

I pulled on my hood and took Harrison's hand, opening the car door without hesitation and leaping into the frigid icy land.

Harrison and I had barely steadied ourselves when Nathan's voice was heard in the snowstorm.

"I've brought what you wanted."

Accompanying Nathan's voice was an object he threw in our direction. The black sphere rolled across the thick ice, quickly reaching our feet.

It was the severed head of an old man.

I restrained my beating heart, taking a step forward to get a clearer look at the head.

The eyes on this head had lost their original color, turning white. Yet, I could still discern...