Hayley's POV

I barely managed to keep up with Aiden as we dashed through the dimly lit streets, gasping for breath.

Ahead, he pointed out a place resembling an abandoned warehouse, which would serve as our hiding spot.

Is it really safe there? I asked nervously, glancing back down the alley we had just come from since it appeared to be alive with shadows and every sound hit like a hammering heart.

“Best we can do," he said with determination drawn on his face before urging me on.

The warehouse loomed over us—a dismal structure that seemed like it had not been used for several decades now. With rusted hinges...