ISLA POVThe cabin appeared out of the darkness, sagging and forgotten, carrying the heavy stench of mold, damp wood, and decay.There were planks nailed over the windows and one side of the porch had completely collapsed. Kol had called it "off the grid." He should have just said abandoned."Inside. Now," Kol ordered, dragging Adrian toward the broken steps. "Declan, sweep the back."I took Adrian's other arm. His heavy boots scraped through the thick mud and dead leaves. His head hung completely forward, his chin pressed against his chest. Every single breath he took sounded wet, shallow, and full of pain.The wooden front door wasn't locked. It barely closed at all.We laid his massive frame onto a dirty cot in the corner. The mattress reeked of mold and rot that was important I immediately pressed both hands against his waist. The gauze was completely useless now and my palms were instantly slick with his blood."Declan, find something for bandages," Kol yelled, checking his weap
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