Ravenna's POV
Sharp branches tore at my face as I ran through the forest. The night air was so cold that it cut into my lungs like shards of glass, and the forest floor was a treacherous maze of roots just waiting to trip me. My legs burned, my heart hammered against my ribs, and my lungs screamed for air. Exhaustion was settling deep into my bones.
Every sound behind me—snapping twigs, heavy boots, the thundering voices—felt like a countdown for the inevitable.
"Get her!" one of them yelled. Another asked for a gun, prompting me to try to move faster than my body could allow me to.
I pushed harder, ignoring the pain in my ribs. The cold wind stung my eyes, and for a moment, the world blurred into streaks of green and black. I stumbled once, twice, then fell down to the floor
