ELISA’S POV
Morning came like a thief, dragging me out of sleep before I was ready. My eyelids felt heavy, as though weighted with stones, and the echo of the nightmare still clung to me. For a long moment, I simply laid there, staring at the faint light leaking through the curtains, wishing I could pull the blanket over my head and hide from the day. But I knew better.
The pack moved like a living thing — one that never slowed and never waited. And if I wanted to survive here, I had to move with it. My eyes turned to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. No Azrien. I slowly looked around the room, my eyes settling on the bathroom door.
"Azrien?" I called, but there was no answer.
"Azrien, are you there?"
Still silence.
I bit down on my lip as memories of last night came f
