Chapter 93: War

Hunter

I cursed under my breath as I tugged at the uncomfortable tie around my neck, climbing into the back of the military transport truck that had arrived to pick me up from in front of the restaurant. I watched sadly as Lena's car drove away into the night, a part of my heart longing to stay with her instead of leaving. But no, Jack and May would be enough to take care of her.

My third-in-command, old man Scott, climbed out of the truck with a pronounced limp. Due to his bad leg and advancing age, Scott had retired years ago. But in desperate times like these, desperate measures were called for. He had served loyally under my father, and when my father passed away, Scott graciously offered to stay on as my third-in-command and assistant.

As the truck rumbled through the dark streets, Scott briefed me about the situation. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, reminding me of the attack I had led on Valor a month ago to free Lena from Frost's clutches. And now here Frost was, back ag