CLAIM THE CORE
“He may have slipped through our fingers once, but he won’t again. He doesn’t understand the true nature of what he ignited in us. The depth of our… need.”
Elias looked at his brothers, at the raw, almost feral intensity in their eyes, mirroring the gnawing emptiness in his own chest. He had seen this look before, in their youth, when they were denied something they truly desired. It was a look that promised relentless pursuit, an unyielding will. Luke had awakened something ancient, something dangerous within them. And now, that something was hungry.
“He will come back,” Elias whispered, a strange mix of dread and hope in his voice. “Or we will bring him back.”