FIONA'S POV:
The sound of the pounding approaching feet sent my heart beating even faster than it already was.
If I continued at this rate, then I feared that my heart was going to rip out of my chest.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me through the line of trees but the hunters sounded right behind me, on my very heel.
Tears blurred my vision as I struggled to see the path in front of me. Branches whipped without mercy at my face and I could feel the scratches and cuts from the bigger branches on my arms and legs.
But that did very little to deter me.
I couldn’t understand why I was being chased by the hunters. They held pitchforks, stakes of fire and other weapons in their hands.
I had done absolutely nothing to be treated like this! The hunters looked like they were on a
