The evening sky looked grim, as if mirroring the storm brewing inside Hunter Jackson’s chest. The salty wind from the harbor lashed against his face as he stood in front of an old warehouse—according to the last tracker signal, this was the last known location where Evalina’s presence had been detected.

His car screeched to a halt, tires nearly burning the asphalt.

From a second vehicle, his two most trusted men, Rhys and Caleb, jumped out, immediately taking defensive positions.

“She’s inside,” Hunter said firmly. His voice was low but loaded with tension. His eyes scanned the area like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.

Rhys nodded. “We’ll go...