Meanwhile, as chaos consumed Alaric’s pack, Thalia was still on the run. Her freedom hanging by a thread.
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Thalia’s POV:
I didn’t know how long I had been running. Time blurred when your lungs were on fire and your legs screamed with every step.
Molly stirred again. “Left. Cut through the ferns and jump that fallen log. I swear if you slow down, I’m dragging your pregnant ass myself.”
“I’m trying!” I hissed between breaths, wiping blood from a fresh scratch across my cheek. My cloak had snagged, then torn, and now flapped uselessly behind me like a wounded flag. I stumbled over a root and bit my lip to keep from crying out.
No pain. No fear. Just keep running.
The moonlight was fading behind thick clouds, and I prayed for it to stay hidden. I wondered if they had found out I had
