Why did things always go wrong for me? It"s been mere days since the last disaster, yet here I am, running through a forest with a man who hates me.
Or wants to hate me. I haven"t missed the protective glances he"s been sending my way since we left the weird metal cage. I refuse to call it a box any longer. More like a holding pen anyway. Seems like an accurate description considering they"re hunting us now. And they"re not being quiet about it.
My now sensitive ears can pick up the rustling of the hunters about forty feet behind us. Which is forty feet too close if you ask me. But there"s nothing we can do about it yet. Not with sunrise quite so close.
"Is there anywhere we can go?" I ask through baited breath. I"m fit, there"s no way I wouldn"t be after all my guild training, but this
