Davina's POV
Maybe because I heard Cynthia's voice, or the whimper of my own wolf, something in me kick started, and I decided to give this a shot.
I crouched down carefully, taking the shoes off my feet. I held it in one hand, then I began to walk, holding my breath and making no sound. My heart continued to drum though, but I couldn't control it.
This was why he fed me. So that I would have enough strength to run, but still die in the end.
I dragged myself through the first passage, following in guts. I believed that the exit should be at the other end, adjacent to the entrance. I hoped so at least.
It didn't help when I began to hear massive paws thud the ground slowly, approaching me.
It could certainly smell me. Apart from my natural scent, I was caked in blood and filth and tea
