Isla’s POV
I was running.
The trees blurred around me, shadows twisting in every direction.
My legs burned as I pushed through the thick forest, branches clawing at my arms. Behind me, I was chased with growls and pounding paws, Arielle’s wolves. They were closing in on me. I was too weak to run.
I stumbled, a sharp stick jerking me backward. My dress had caught on a tree branch. Before I could free myself, I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the remaining strength I had left.
“Please!” I cried, scrambling onto my knees. My palms pressed together, shaking, tears already spilling down my face. “Please forgive me, I won’t ever disturb you again, just spare my life!”
Arielle stepped out from the dark, four wolves circling behind her, their yellow eyes burning holes into me. Her
