AMARA’S POV
I woke up choking on fear. Then I heard the sound of dogs barking close by.
I shot upright, my body stiff with panic. The forest was still dark, the ground cold beneath me, my clothes damp from the night air. For half a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the memory from the facility rushed through my mind. I was still dressed in torn lab clothes from the facility, stiff with dried blood and dirt.
The barking grew louder. I scrambled to my feet and ran deeper into the woods.
Branches tore at my skin as I pushed through the trees, every step felt unsteady, like my legs might give out if I slowed even for a second. Behind me, I heard boots pounding the forest floor, dogs snarling and trailing my location. Still, I didn’t look back.
The trees' lines thinned suddenly, and
