Chapter 25: The Finale
Grace's PoV, approximately 10pm, December 29th: I did not hit the ground running. In fact, I didn't even hit the ground on my feet. I was sent sprawling, tumbling through the snow, scratching myself on the sharp thorns and brambles of the forest. My breath was stuck in my chest, my hands were numb and sore. I stood slowly, shaking. There was a howl behind me. I bolted, running as fast as my aching legs could carry me. I dragged my body along with me, urging it forward, willing it to have just a little more strength, a little more endurance. The watch on my arm told me it was 10:03 -- if I could escape the wolves for two hours, just two hours, then I could be safe. I swayed as I ran, my head pounding. My feet were sunk ankle deep into the snow, bare skin against freezing cold. The wind
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