The hunters reached the farmhouse too late.Jax stepped out of the tactical truck and surveyed the yard, trampled dirt, the wind still carrying the echo of rotor blades long gone. The place felt stripped bare, as if whatever had happened here had ripped the air in half and left nothing but tension behind.Ethan, the farmer, sat on the porch steps with his head in his hands, mumbling half-formed curses at the night, at himself, at whoever had taken Pandora. One of the hunters tried to give him water. Another attempted to walk him through a statement, but the man wasn’t hearing anything. He was shaking with the kind of terror and fury only humans felt, raw, messy, blind.Jax didn’t judge him for it. He didn’t pity him either.“He’s not our concern,” Jax muttered as he walked past.Hunter Hale fell into step beside him. “He saw everything.”“He saw nothing useful,” Jax corrected. “Lucian was here. That’s all that matters.”The farmhouse door hung crooked on one hinge, the frame splintere
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