Miya POV
I bolted through the woods, bracing my arms across my face to stop the branches from cutting my face. They cut my arms and legs, though, but the stinging pain of flesh repairing itself quickly didn’t deter me from crashing through the unkempt wilderness as fast as I could to get to my friend(?) in need.
I burst onto the trail she’d been intending to meet me on, and found her there, alone, naked, and covered in blood.
“Rose, what the f**k?” I asked, startled, gasping in breaths.
She wheezed, and I could hear the noise coming in through her ribs. Blood from a gash was frothing pink with foam from escaping air, and blood was foaming around the corners of her mouth.
“Oh, that’s not good,” I said, hesitant to touch her. I grabbed my phone and called Riever.
“Hey, Mi-”
“Is there
