Adolfa's POV
Running away had never felt so draining. Each step I took further away from the pack's borders pulled more strength from my aching body. My side was still bleeding, and though I had tried to wrap it with some spare fabric, the wound wouldn't close. The constant dripping of blood left a trail behind me—a glaring signal that could easily lead Alpha Lyran, Alpha Berra, and Luna Prese straight to me. I couldn't let that happen. Not yet. Not before I was ready to face them.
I slumped beneath a thick tree and forced myself to think. Every breath burned my lungs, but I didn't stop. I needed a plan. A good one. Something they wouldn't expect. After several moments of mental haze, the idea struck me—I would cover my blood trail with sawdust from the nearby woodshop ruins I'd pa
