BRIANNA'S POV
The weight of my mother’s unconscious body pressed heavily against my arms as my father and I carried her through the thick forest. The cool night air bit at my skin, and the only sounds were our footsteps crunching over fallen leaves and the distant howls of wolves. My heart pounded in my chest—not from exhaustion, but from fear.
We had to keep moving. We had to find shelter.
Our house was compromised now. We couldn’t stay there anymore.
I kept trying to call the triplets. My fingers trembled each time I dialed their numbers.
No response. Again and again, I tried. Nothing. The silence on the other end of the line made my stomach twist with dread.
“Dad,” I breathed, looking at him through the darkness. “What if something happened to them?”
His jaw tightened, and his
