SILVER’S POV
I crouched near the dead fire, flicking the lighter again and again. Each spark flared and died like it was mocking me. The wood was damp now, too soaked to catch. The stupid map that asshole alpha gave me had burned fast the first time—about the only thing it was good for. That was the only reason I was able to make the fire in the first place. But now I had nothing left. No paper, no dry grass, no—
“Damn it,” I hissed through clenched teeth, jabbing the lighter harder as if force would change the outcome. “Just burn, for goodness’ sake. Come on!”
Nothing.
The cold crept deeper into my skin, and my breath still misted in front of me. I rubbed my hands together, trying to keep the feeling in my fingers. I needed that fire. I needed warmth. I needed something that made sens
