Tia
We were running out of time.
Owen only grew paler by the second, his breathing irregular, though the amount of blood gushing out of his wound had subsided a bit after the little first aid treatment I administered to him–tearing off a part of his shirt and wrapping it around the injury.
The assassins still lurked in the woods, confident that we wouldn’t have made it far enough to escape. My mind ran with a million thoughts, conjuring the best possible plan for our survival. But after exploring our options, I settled for one final plan.
Take Owen and run.
I knew I’d be able to take the wolves on my own, but not without risking Owen’s survival. If they managed to slip past me for even a second, Owen would be a goner.
Owen’s car was right at the mouth of the woods which was a good f
