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“Sleep, little dancer,” he murmured.

I wanted to, but I knew I wouldn’t.

Because as much as I wanted to believe we’d be okay, the fear never really left.

That night, my dreams were filled with shadows, howling in the dark, and the feeling that time was slipping away with only one outcome.

Chapter 32

Troy

Aweek had passed since I made the call. It was a week of waiting, wasting away, false hope, and empty traps.

And now, we had nothing.

The last of our food was gone. We ate it last night in careful, measured bites, each of us trying to make it last longer than it could.

We were starving, and it seemed no one was coming.

I felt it now—the panic, the weight of reality crashing down on me.

I stood at the edge of the wreckage, staring out into the white abyss, my breath fogging in the air, little hope left in my heart.

The traps were empty again.

No rabbits. No birds. No tracks. Nothing.

I clenched my jaw, forcing down the fear, clawing its way up my throat.

We were out of options.

And I knew what had to come next.

Adrian sat across from me,his face pale and drawn, his blue eyes dark with exhaustion.

Elena was curled up in the raft, asleep but restless. Her breathing was shallow, and her face was far too pale.

I rubbed a hand down my face and said it.

Again.

“Dean.”

Adrian’s jaw tensed, his hands curling into white-knuckled fists. I watched his throat work as he swallowed.

Grimly, he exhaled and said, “Give it a few days.”

His voice was hoarse, his body tight with conflicted tension. I recognized it because it was the same shit going through my body.

“Maybe more rabbits will come.” He looked to Elena, the turmoil written all over his face.

I stared at him, my stomach twisting. We’d been telling ourselves that for days, and nothing had come.

I nodded because I didn’t want to do it yet, either.

Adrian and I went out,searching deeper into the woods, trying to find anything—tracks, movement, hope. But there was nothing. No sign of life. No sign of anything at all.

The worst part was the silence. The eerie stillness of a world that had already moved on without us echoed around us.

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