CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The engine's growl fades as Logan kills the ignition, and we're left with nothing but the sound of wilderness pressing in from all sides. My breath mists in front of me, a testament to the biting cold outside our little cocoon of warmth. I rub my hands together, feeling the nerves dance beneath my skin like live wires.
"End of the road," Logan announces, his voice steady despite the narrowing of his brown eyes as he surveys the dense forest ahead. The headlights carve out an eerie path between the trees, but they can't pierce the heart of the mountain's darkness that looms over us.
"Looks like it." Henry's reply comes from the back seat, tinged with a hint of resignation. His gaze is fixed on something beyond the windshield, something I can't see or perhaps don't want
