I jolt upright, gasping for air.
Something is wrong.
My chest tightens as a sharp cold slices through me, making the fine hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand tall. I blink, wide-eyed, trying to catch my breath as a low, rhythmic chant hums in my head.
“Bás… Bás… Bás…”
The voices are back. Louder now. Clearer. Hungry.
Caden stirs beside me, his hand instinctively reaching for me as I sit up, frozen.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he yawns and pulls me gently back against his chest.
But I’m stiff. Alarmed. I can’t shake the feeling, wrapping icy fingers around my spine.
“Caden…” I whisper, heart pounding, “Something’s wrong. With May. I feel it. We need to check—now.”
His entire expression sharpens in an instant. No hesitation.
He throws
