Visitor

Hanzo's POV

“Thank you for coming,” I hear Hana answer the front door. I lay face down in bed taking in the last bit of Tori’s remaining scent from her pillow. “Hanzo!” Hana calls out from down stairs. I growl and sit up fighting my urge to yell at her.

It’s been a few weeks since Tori’s been taken and I haven’t been able to find the facility and barely heard a word from Jackson. I only know she is alive and likely suffering at the hands of their inquisitors. It’s been driving me insane not being able to feel her, they must have silver on her to keep her wolf under control.

“What Hana?!” I call out as Valko sulks in the back of my head being equally hurt by our mate’s absence. “Come downstairs we have company, Jackson is here,” Hana answers after coming up the stairs and stands at the foot of my bed. I instantly sit up and watch her carefully knowing there is more than one person downstairs.

“Who else?” I get up and stretch while taking in the air to see if I recognize the scent. “Mom