SILVER’S POV
The moment the doors opened, cold wind rushed in, carrying the awful stench of blood, smoke, and death.
Dax, Kaia, and the rest held the door just wide enough for me to slip through. I caught Kaia’s eyes just once—she didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need to.
Her eyes said it all: Bring him back.
I nodded and without looking back, stepped into the madness.
Behind me, I heard the doors shut again. I was alone now.
The yard was quiet—but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that made your skin crawl, the kind that comes before something terrible.
And then I saw him.
The boy.
Still under the broken car, curled up and barely moving. His leg was soaked in blood, and he was shaking from head to toe.
Hang on, I told him in my head. I’m almost there.
But I was
