Alan's POV:
I cling to Solomon's fur for dear life, my fingers tangled in his coarse black coat as we race through the shadowy forest. The wind whips my hair, stinging my eyes, but I don't dare loosen my grip. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the sound of paws pummeling the earth beneath us.
"Faster, Solomon!" I urge, glancing back at the monstrous shape pursuing us. Its misshapen form crashes through the underbrush, gaining ground with each loping stride.
Panic claws at my throat. We can't outrun this thing forever. Sooner or later, we'll tire or it'll catch us. And then what? I'm not ready to die - not when I've only just found Lynn, only just started to piece my broken life back together.
Lynn. My eyes dart to her, riding beside me on Aria's wolf. Even in the midst of terror
