“I know, hang on—I’ll get more blankets,” Travis whispers urgently, disappearing out of the hut as you lie there, your body already buried beneath layers of coats and animal pelts. Still, your lips tremble with a bluish hue, the cold biting deeper with every second.

It was the morning of the hunt. The other girls were already clothed, armed, and sprinting through the forest in pursuit of Mari, their breath visible in the frigid air. Back at camp, only three remained—you, Lottie, and Travis.

Lottie stayed behind because of her… gift. Travis, because he believed the whole thing was unjust. And you? You were benched because of frostbite—the same silent threat that had taken Jackie. Travis had fought Shauna over it, insisting you stay and recover instead of risking your life in the cold. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you too.

You and Travis had been together since the early days, your relationship taking root when the group first discovered the cabin. Despite the brutal weather, the trauma, and the darkness that hovered over all of you, something between you and Travis had managed to survive—quiet, persistent, and unwavering.

He returns quickly, breathless, with three of the girls’ sweatshirts draped over one arm and two more blankets slung over his shoulder. Dropping to his knees beside you, he leans in close, his voice low and urgent.

“Hey, wake up, baby. Put these on,” he murmurs, gently nudging you. Panic flickers in his eyes, but he keeps his voice steady. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”