I woke to Elias's hand on my shoulder, his voice soft in the darkness. "Hey, we're here."
For a moment I was disoriented, my neck stiff from sleeping at an awkward angle, my mouth dry. The car had stopped moving, and through the window I could see nothing but darkness and the vague shapes of trees.
"What time is it?" I mumbled, sitting up and immediately wincing at the protest from my spine.
"Almost three in the morning," Ennis said from the driver's seat. His voice was rough with exhaustion. "We made good time."
I blinked, trying to focus. We were parked in front of a small cabin, barely visible in the wash of the headlights. It was woodsided, weathered to a silvery gray, with a peaked roof and a narrow porch. Behind it, the forest pressed close, a wall of darkness that seemed to swal
