The sun rose on a silent, shaken camp. And they knew: the battle was only just beginning.
The morning light crept over the island, soft and pale, doing little to warm the chill that clung to Jude's skin. The air felt heavier now, as if the island itself shared in the weight of their dread. The shelter was quiet except for the sound of shallow breathing, the rustle of fabric as Sophie shifted closer to him, and the distant crash of waves against the rocks. But beneath those sounds was something else, something that couldn't be heard, only felt. A presence. A pull. , Her.,