Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Present
We stumbled toward the church, freezing and covered in dirt
as Will crawled up a ravine, and I followed with Winter in tow.
Jesus, it was fucking freezing.
There was no telling if my father knew we had Michael
and Winter back or if anyone was on our tail, but we had to get
inside and get warm.
Our breath clouded in the air as the wet clothes molded to
our skin, but I stayed charged.
We were almost there.
Will hung his head, looking ready to collapse, but it was
like he was possessed, almost as if he was trying to get away
from something as he crawled and scurried.
But instead of running for St. Killian’s, Will veered down
what looked almost like a cave.
I peered closely through the dark, seeing an alcove in the
earth under a tree. Like a tunnel.
What was that?
Following him, I stopped behind him and held Winter
close as she shivered uncontrollably and watched him punch in