*storm's POV*

I heard his voice from a distance, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Scott, and for a second I hoped all the devil had said was a lie. What is Scott going here?

Immediately, an instinctive surge of fear coursed through my veins, compelling me to find a hiding place. I needed to remain unseen, but close enough to observe and understand what was happening.

With nimble steps, I darted into the shadows, seeking refuge behind a decaying tree. From there, I peered through the thick foliage, cautiously studying the scene before me. My heart slamming dangerously in my chest, as if echoing the storm that...