GEMMA
After ripping a piece of material and wrapping it around my ankle, I growled, channeling my wolf's energy to speed up the healing process. I sighed in relief when the pressure on my ankle.
Nate's eyes scanned the area for any signs of pursuit. We listened quietly for a moment. “We need to keep moving,” he said, his voice low. “They’ll be after us soon.”
I nodded. “Which way?”
“Follow me,” he said, setting off through the forest at a brisk pace. We followed after him, through the woods.
The underbrush snagged at our clothes and caused them to tear. The guards took off their cloaks as we fled. There was no need for them anymore.
"What exactly do they want with you, Gemma?" Nate asked as we slowed our pace. George checked.
"I don't specifically know but they need my power and the
