MEADOW'S POV.
The night felt far too quiet.
I stood outside Ambrose's house with my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring into the darkness beyond the trees.
Killian still hadn't returned.
It was almost midnight now.
The guards had searched everywhere they could think of. They had split into groups and combed through the woods surrounding the village, calling for him more than once.
Nothing.
They had tried calling his phone several times before letting out frustrated sighs.
"No signal."
Apparently, this part of the mountains had almost no network service.
Which meant...
If Killian was in trouble...
No one would know.
Marshall stood a few feet away from me, pacing back and forth.
Every now and then, he would stop, glance toward the forest, then begin pacing again.
He w
