We didn’t waste any time after the attack. Zach pulled me back into the cabin, and for the first time since all of this began, I felt a creeping sense of dread gnawing at me. The idea that the bond between us was drawing these monsters felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
Zach paced back and forth, his fists clenching and unclenching as he muttered under his breath. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the sharpness in his movements. He wasn’t just angry—he was scared. That terrified me more than anything else.
“I need you to tell me everything,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice was firmer than I felt. “What does this bond mean? Why is it drawing them in?”
Zach stopped, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, he didn’t speak, and I thought he might
