The afternoon began to creep into a tense night. The sky turned from gray to a menacing pitch black, wispy clouds moving like spirits seeking peace. The last birds flew hastily to their nests, as if knowing the impending danger.
Sam limped along with Layla and Bella, each step like stabbing a dagger into his own chest. Blood was still seeping from the wound in his stomach, leaving a horrible red trail on the ground. His body was trembling, not only from the cold, but from the pain that tore through every fiber of his muscles. But they couldn't stop-not when Victor was still chasing them like a bloodthirsty predator.
"Sam- Sam, hold on," Layla whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Tears were already welling up in her eyes from earlier, seeing the man she loved almost dying in front of
