KIERAN'S POV

The abandoned warehouse sat at Maplewood's edge like a rotting tooth—all rusted metal and broken windows, forgotten by time and avoided by locals who claimed it was haunted. Looking at it now, bathed in moonlight that made the shadows seem alive, I thought maybe they were right.

"This is a terrible idea," Thessara whispered beside me.

"Worst I've had in weeks," I agreed, scanning the perimeter. My pack was out there, hidden in the darkness, waiting for my signal. Not close ...