Aiden’s POV

The night never truly ended in this place. It only thinned. The wind cut through the camp, dragging ice across the ground, howling through gaps in the barricades we had thrown together from scrap metal and fallen trees.

Every sound set my nerves on edge. Every shadow looked like teeth.

I stood at the edge of the camp with my hands clenched so tightly that my palms burned. The pain grounded me. If I loosened my grip, even for a second, the thoughts would come rushing back, and I ...