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CHAPTER 9

Author: Pure Ink
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-25 01:15:38

MIA'S POV

The cabin smelled like rotting wood and something sweet that made my stomach turn. The shadow fiends outside kept scratching at the walls, their claws leaving marks that glowed faintly in the dark. Every scrape sent shivers down my spine.

"How long until they give up?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"They don't give up," Erina said quietly. She was sitting in the corner, clutching Dracula's pendant. "Shadow fiends don't get tired. They don't get bored. They just hunt until they catch you or something stronger scares them away."

"Great," Brady muttered. "So we're trapped in a creepy cabin with monsters outside. This is fine. Everything's fine."

"Shut up, Brady," Walter snapped. He was pacing near the window, watching the shadows move. "We need a plan."

"The plan is simple," Willow said. She was sharpening a blade she'd pulled from somewhere. "We wait until dawn. Shadow fiends can't survive direct sunlight."

"There's no sun here," Bree pointed out. "We're in a valley
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