LOVETH’S POV
I didn’t stop running. My legs carried me faster than I thought possible, my heartbeat a pounding rhythm in my ears. Behind me, I heard the chaos—a cacophony of snarls, growls, and the occasional anguished scream. Yet, I never once turned back.
“Kelilah!” Sandrino’s voice tore through the night, commanding and desperate. “Stop right there!”
Stop? He had to be joking. I’d rather die running than be dragged back to that hellish pack house.
The forest blurred around me, branches scraping my arms and legs, the sharp scent of pine mixing with the metallic tang of blood carried on the wind. A fierce battle raged behind me, but I couldn’t risk a single glance. Freedom was within my grasp, and I refused to let it slip away.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I slowed my p
