POV: Violet
The night cracked open with the sound of roaring engines.
The world outside the cabin had shifted — no longer just mist and pine, but a war waiting to happen. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, echoing against the walls as Ryan pulled the last curtain shut and motioned for silence.
“Kendra,” he said quietly, his voice sharp but calm, “get the med bag and stay behind me no matter what happens.”
Kendra, ever defiant, held her bat tighter. “You say that like I’m the hide-behind type. Newsflash, I’m not.”
Ryan shot her a look that could have frozen blood. “You are tonight.”
I could hear the crunch of gravel outside — footsteps, slow and deliberate, the kind that belonged to predators who already knew where their prey was hiding.
And for the first time since all of this bega
