Zoya’s P.O.V
I heard Sam calling out to me, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't trust him anymore, not after what I had seen. I stumbled over a root and fell to the ground, my breath coming in short gasps. I tried to get up, but my legs refused to cooperate.
I could hear Sam getting closer, his footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. I could smell his scent, the musky odor of a wild animal, almost like a wet dog, but I couldn't understand how that could be possible. It didn't make sense. Nothing made any f*****g sense now!
Sam came into view and he crouched down near me, trying to reach out with his hands to touch my foot, but a strangled cry escaped my lips as he drew near, my heart slamming against my ribcage in a mix of dread and trepidation. “No! NO! Stay away from me!”
Sam retreate
