Dylan’s p.o.v.
Xander was nowhere to be found. Neither was Chloe.
My chest was tight with frustration, my breaths sharp and shallow as I scanned the empty pub again. This place played tricks on the mind—it was disoriented, confused, and had swallowed everything in its path. Chloe’s name burned on the edge of my tongue, but shouting again wouldn’t bring her back.
“Seth, stay close,” I commanded as we stepped cautiously into the cold night.
And at this moment, the once lively streets were now eerily silent. The air reeked of something rotten—metallic, sharp, and thick enough to make me flinch.
“We need to regroup,” I muttered, my senses on high alert.
However, before Seth could answer, a low, monstrous growl rippled through the shadows.
At the same time, something emerged from the da
