Author's Point of view

The air held the kind of strain that pressed against the lungs, and the night was too still. The damage from the latest attack was still visible on every wall of Marcus's packhouse. Cracked floorboards, ripped draperies, and broken picture frames were mute reminders of what they had barely made it through. Although the group was tending to the physical injuries, none ventured to discuss the underlying concern.

Shivering uncontrollably, Aiden sat curled up in a corner of one of the guest rooms. Since Lily had put him to bed a few hours prior, he had not spoken. He was still experiencing slight shakes throughout his...