Ashley’s POV
I kept running, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. The cold wind slapped against my face, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. My legs felt like jelly, but I couldn't stop—not now, not after what just happened.
The moon's light guided me as I stumbled upon the old cottage by the lake. It was the same place where I had spent countless afternoons as a child, its wooden frame weathered but still standing tall.
Collapsing in front of the door, I gasped for air, clutching my chest as panic clawed its way through me. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I felt my throat tighten as the memory of the arrow flashed before my eyes.
I hugged myself, trying to feel a semblance of safety, but my tears flowed freely. *An arrow. They shot an arrow at
