The silence of the nursery was shattered by the sharp static in his ear.
"Kieran?" Sterling's voice was urgent, cutting through the haze of his disbelief. "Kieran, report. You've been dark for sixty seconds. Have you found the target?"
"Kieran?" Sterling's voice was urgent, cutting through the haze of his disbelief. "Kieran, report. You've been dark for sixty seconds. Have you found the target?"
The scream tore through the air, muffled by doors but unmistakable.
It wasn't just a scream; it was a soul being ripped apart.
His blood didn't just run cold; it turned to ice.
W..was that Aurielle?
"Kieran," Sterling started, but Kieran ripped the comms from his ear.
He didn't even plan. His body moved on instinct, fueled by a rage so deep it felt like it was carved into his bones. He turned from the crib, his rifle raised.
"I'm coming, Aurielle."
Aurielle's POV
