Vivien smiled, but the tension in her posture didn’t go unnoticed. “Still, I can’t shake the feeling someone’s watching us. What if—”
Heron waved her off. “Stop worrying. It’s done. Calla is gone.”
But Vivien’s laughter was cut short by the sharp ring of Heron’s phone. He frowned at the unknown number before answering. “Hello?”
“You idiot!” a woman’s voice screamed, loud enough for Vivien to hear. Heron’s stomach dropped. “You had one job, and you failed! Calla is alive, you fool.”
Heron’s throat went dry. “What are you talking about?”
“She’s alive,” the woman snapped. “And not just alive—she’s with her real parents, the Alpha and Luna, here in my world. Do you understand what this means? Everything you’ve taken is at risk.”
Heron staggered. “Impossible. She’s dead. I saw—”
“You fool! You saw nothing,” the voice cut in. “She’s alive and ruining everything now. Fix this. Do something. Do you hear me, Heron? I will end you myself if you can't fix your mess!”
The line went dead. Heron stood frozen, the phone slipping from his hand.
“Who was that?” Vivien asked, her voice tight.
Heron’s face was pale. “Vivien...Calla’s alive.”