Zoe's pov

My hands were raw from pounding on the solid oak door, the rhythmic thudding a frantic, desperate beat against the silence.

My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as I paced the length of the hallway, a small, terrified animal trapped in a corner.

The front door had been left open in my haste, and the sudden sound of four pairs of feet thundering inside made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat.

"Zoe, what is it? What's wrong?" Daniel's voice was a panicked roar, ...