Ember Frost’s POV

When we woke, we were sprawled in the snow just outside the base. The cold bit straight through us. None of us had on proper gear—no coats, no gloves. We were dressed like people who had stepped out for a minute and never made it back.

That was when the pieces started to line up in the worst way. Based on the time, it was clear we’d been dragged into whatever this was the moment we rushed out after those cries for help the night before.

And then there was Henry.

We ...