Her feet slapped against the ground, her heart pounding, as she tried to escape the humiliation and panic. She didn’t know how long she’d been running, only that the darkness felt oppressive, and her thoughts were spiraling.
Her breath came out in shallow gasps as she stumbled through the underbrush. The night was colder than it had been moments before, the wind howling through the trees. Panic gripped her chest, but something deeper than fear tugged at her—an unsettling feeling, like something was watching.
Seth? No, this felt different. Whatever this was, it wasn't him. Her steps faltered, and just as she hesitated, the voice from earlier was back, echoing softly in her mind.
"Go with him, child. Run."
Danielle froze, her pulse quickening. The words weren’t hers. They weren't even in
