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“Thanks Costin.” I opened the door and found it empty. I was the first to arrive, I looked around the cabin and chose the bed that stood apart from the other two by the window. There was a small bathroom attached at the back with a shower, basin and toilet. I inserted my identification card into the slot above the bed and my name appeared above the slot. I pushed the duffel bag underneath the bed and headed out of the cabin to familiarize myself with the camp. “Grey!” I heard a voice calling and I turned around to scan the crowds. It was admission day and hundreds of people were milling about, finding their feet.

“She’s hiding. But I found out where she is.” My head turns like an owl, “then what the hell were you doing just now?” “You’re a very attractive man, I liked the look of you…why not?” she shrugged. “Anyway, there’s an abandoned woodcutters cabin a couple of miles away from the horseshoe caverns in Shadowlands. You know where I mean?” “I can get to the caves,” pondering over how best to find this cabin when Mani interrupts. /We’re on duty in a few hours, we don’t have time to be doing this/

“I’ve heard lots of terrible legends about cabins in the middle of the woods. Most of them have been said to be possessed by evil witches and once you get in, you are cursed and you can’t get out again.” “Evil witches like Calisté?” the first Lycan snorted. Xavier could sense the sarcasm in his voice and he knew immediately that the next minute, he was going to be bursting into the cabin in search of himself and Rhea. He tiptoed back to where Rhea was sleeping on the bed and tapped her gently. “Wake up Rhea,” Xavier whispered in her ears as he tapped her. “We’ve been discovered.” “Discovered?” Rhea stood up, her eyes shining. “How come?”

It reminded me a little bit of the drive leading up to the safehouse where Darren had died. Poor Darren. I wondered just how many fucking people I was going to lose by the time this ended and if one of them was going to be Jacey. “You’ll be staying here until the next team comes to get you,” Bea said as we rounded the bend, and I saw a huge Adirondack-style cabin. The big A-line windows looked down upon the drive here. I didn’t see any kind of lake, so I guessed the back windows looked out into the woods. “Great. More woods,” I grumbled.

** The Cost of Secrets** The cold night clings to the cabin as the rain beats against the windows, intensifying the fear inside. The flickering light of the fire only casts darker shadows as Sophia, Ethan, Jason, and Max stand in the heart of the cabin, emotions whirling like a storm. Outside, the men that Max came with wait, their presence a constant threat. The door, broken from their forced entry, hangs crookedly on its hinges, a reminder of the fragile situation they're all trapped in.

Chapter 88 Fractures & Flashbacks ELENA, The safehouse was too quiet. Nestled deep in the Catskill Mountains, this secluded cabin had been chosen for its obscurity, but all I felt was the suffocating silence that wrapped around me like a shroud. I stood by the frosted window, staring out at the moonlit outline of pine trees. Somewhere, far in the woods, an owl hooted, but I didn’t flinch. I was beyond flinching now.

She reached down and lifted his chin. “Get up,” she said gently. “We face this together. No more secrets. No more running from the past.” That Evening – The Old Cabin The cabin was deep in the woods north of Seattle — a place Cassian had once used as a private retreat. Elena waited for them on the porch, arms crossed, eyes hard. A five-year-old boy with dark hair and familiar gray eyes played in the yard behind her. Alexander. Cassian stopped dead when he saw the child. The resemblance was undeniable.

"And one day...I'll have you all to myself." Before I could respond, she slipped into the darkness outside. The cabin fell silent once more. But my thoughts...were already somewhere else. Back in the hunters' compound. Back with Lexi. • THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V • The scent of herbs filled the small cabin as Homura's eyes fluttered open. For a brief moment, she simply stared at the wooden ceiling above her. Then everything came rushing back. The flames. Her clan. The hunters. Gretonia. GRETONIA!

“We’ll stop for ginger ale at the next gas station.” Kai leaned over, pretending to check on me, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t you dare come in these seats, little sis,” he whispered, so low only I could hear. “Not until I say.” I hated him but I wanted him to ruin me. By the time we pulled up to the cabin, it was dark, the snow was falling thick and silent. The place was gorgeous with timber walls, huge stone fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountains. And exactly two bedrooms.

“We’re good to go.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “Good.” But inside, a thought was forming — dark, impossible, and terrifying. What if her father wasn’t warning her about the man he was… but the man he used to be? They reached a cabin in the foothills by late afternoon — one of Jax’s old safehouses. It was small, tucked into the trees, with boarded windows and a fireplace that hadn’t been used in years. Sienna set up her laptop on the table while Jax checked the perimeter. The air smelled of pine and dust. The moment she was alone, she slipped the Ravenfield file from her bag and opened it.