“I think something is coming,” I said. My legs were now weak from running, but with a sword in my hands, I was better than the Lycans.
Every breath scraped against my lungs.
I leaned against the trunk of a fallen tree, forcing myself to breathe quietly.
The forest had become eerily silent.
No birds.
No insects.
Only the sound of our heartbeats.
I knew silence like this never lasted.
A branch snapped somewhere ahead.
We froze.
For a brief moment, none of us moved.
Their surprise mirrored my own.
One of them slowly lowered his spear.
I slowly backed away.
Every instinct screamed at me to fight.
Every muscle reminded me that I couldn't.
I was exhausted.
I hadn't eaten.
I had no weapons.
Maybe this was my chance to take down one of them and take his weapon.
Even if I manage
