The familiar, haunting horror from my days with the Hunters slid between my ribs, scraped dirty nails up my spine, taunted me, froze me, left me with a feeling of dread so all-encompassing that, for a moment, my heart simply stopped beating. My teeth chattered. I was cold. So very cold. The kind of cold that never truly leaves you. The kind that got etched into the cells of your being so you never forgot, never felt completely warm again.
