The flickering candlelight danced on the cabin walls, casting long, menacing shadows. The howling wind had faded, but the silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Then, a fist slammed against the cabin door, rattling the aged wood.
Liam, his stoic facade finally cracking, sprang to his feet. A fierce look in his eyes, a stark contrast to the playful evening I had envisioned. With a swift movement, he reached for his pocket, only to find it empty.
Panic flickered across his face for a fleeting moment before steely resolve took over. What had he been looking for?
I watched, heart pounding, as Liam cautiously approached the door. The candlelight threw his shadow across the room, making him look larger, more formidable. "Liam, be careful," I whispered, my voice trembling. Fear coursed
