C103 ICE HUNDRED AND THREE: LEAKING GASOLINE.

MMADISON’S POV:

The house had never felt this quiet. Not even during nights when Thane was away on training. This silence… it wasn’t peace. It was absence. It was dread.

Two months.

Two whole months since he vanished like smoke in the wind.

When days turned into weeks and still no word, something inside me began to unravel. I’d called him that night, that specific night