Nora's POV
Damn these creatures from hell.
I crank up the heat in my car, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I wait for the news story to finish loading on my phone screen.
Amiya already gave me the rundown, but I have to see this with my own eyes.
Yuna Rosalia, a young mother with three kids, discovered dead in a makeshift grave tucked away in the forest near the state park. The location sits dangerously close to Lake Michigan, right where the Watson line kisses the water's edge.
Evidence on her wrists and ankles showed she'd been restrained, conscious and terrified when someone carved her heart straight from her chest. The police department has zero suspects so far.
"That's because they're hunting for a human when this screams demonic activity," I tell Mack. "Hell." I clench my fist and throw my head back against the seat. Right before we headed out, my familiars found three deer corpses in the woods, each missing their hearts.
