Jayden’s blood turned ice-cold.

Her voice wasn’t just calling for help—it was filled with agony, raw and unfiltered, the kind of scream that sent terror slicing through his veins.

He shot to his feet, eyes darting around. Dense jungle surrounded him, the trees stretching endlessly into the sky. He was no longer in the ruined town, no longer in the sanatorium.

The world had shifted.

He sniffed the air, inhaling deeply, searching—there!

Swan’s ...