Sins of the Mother

Maverick’s POV

The noise dragged me out of sleep before the light even hit the glass. My room was still soaked in shadows, but the air carried it—rage, fear, chaos—boiling up from outside like steam off a battlefield. I sat up slowly, hands gripping the edge of the bed, muscles aching from the way I’d slept. I hadn’t changed out of last night’s clothes. The scent of blood still clung to my sleeves