Ally's POV

　　The morning air nips at my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as I stand beside Elliot, our hands intertwined. The night before was a blend of whispered promises and gentle caresses- a stark contrast to the storm we were about to unleash.

　　"Are you ready?" Elliot's voice is a calm whisper, his thumb brushing against the back of my hand in reassurance.

　　I nod, feeling Dawn's restless energy mirroring my own determination. "Let's ...