Marie was taken.
That's the first thing Allison heard when she descended the stairs and saw the look of horror flashing across her fathers face. In his study, Adam gathered some of the best hunters around, trying to appear calm and collected. Standing by the door, she could see how much he's trying to hold on and not appear weak and damaged.
Her chest ached for her father. Adams has always been like that, best at hiding his emotions. Some days the hunter prided herself for seeing right through him and calling out. Now was not the time to do any of that, especially as Allison was doing the same, appearing emotionless.
The physiotherapist was more of a best friend than anything, easily fitting in like a missing piece of a puzzle. Allison couldn't help but think about the talk they had
