Sophia’s POV
I was running into some familiar woods with a tiny hand in mine. I glanced in its direction and saw a child. Her face was a bit blurry, but I knew it was a girl.
“Sophia, I’m scared.” Her hand trembled as we kept on running away from someone. Or something.
I want to wolf out so that we can run fast, but I surprisingly cannot. So, we have no other choice but to keep on trudging with our small and shaky feet.
I sensed a whole group of foreign presences. Someone that I’m not familiar with. They are now closing in. I stood my ground and waited for them as I held the young girl’s shoulders.
“Run. Run as fast as you can! Far away from here!”
“No! I will not leave you!”
She was stubborn and scared, but brave. We couldn’t possibly outrun them. They are obviously some rogues, a
