Riley's POV
The crack of gunfire splits the air before I can utter a word. I instinctively shield my children, pressing their small bodies against me as terror floods my veins. Please let us survive this. At least five more shots echo through the house, followed by the violent crash of shattering glass from the bedroom window. I clutch my kids tighter, burying their faces against my chest, refusing to lift my gaze.
How did that monster track us down here?
A gentle touch lands on my shoulder and every muscle in my body goes rigid. "Riley, it's over. He's gone. We need to move now." Freya's voice cuts through my panic. I slowly turn toward her worried expression, then immediately check over my children with frantic hands.
