/Aiden’s POV/

It was dark as I reached the packhouse and looked up towards the familiar door with my heart caught in my throat. It’s deserted and quiet, with only a few windows illuminated, colouring the outside snow in warm hues that dragged shadows with them. Amidst I could hear my own pulse throbbing loudly in my ears. My legs are cold and stiff when I took the slippery steps up to the front door, my breath a light cloud in front of my face, arms rigid by my ...