Nadia’s POV:

“Faster,” Dean urged, his voice tight as he practically dragged me through the narrow cave.

The air in the secret passage was damp. The stone walls closed in on us the deeper we went underground. Even though we were moving at a dead sprint, my mind was tearing itself apart. Every single step dragged me further away from him.

My chest seized up. It felt like something was trying to claw its way out of my ribs.

“Keep moving, my Luna,” Dean barked, glancing over his shoulder for the tenth time.

I tried. I really did. But my legs felt like lead, and my instincts screamed at me...