The Prey

A breath away from death.

I never realized it’d feel so… chilled.

Not the cold kind—not the biting frost that crept beneath your skin. But the type that settles deep in your bones. The kind that whispered. This was it.

Fear should be clawing at my throat. Panic should be my prison. But instead, there was only stillness. A quiet submission to the inevitable.

One wrong move and it’d be over.

And maybe that was okay.

Maybe I was always meant to be here. A life strung together with broken promises, leading me to the only ending I was ever meant to have.

Judas stood before me. Agony,...