AMORA’S POV;
The cold night air whipped against my face, stinging my skin as I tore through the forest. My legs felt like they were made of lead, every muscle screaming at me to stop, but I couldn’t. I had to keep running. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one more painful than the last. Branches snagged at my clothes, leaves whipping past me as I pushed deeper into the woods. I didn’t know where I was going—I just knew I had to get away.
Away from Zale. Away from the mansion. Away from everything.
But the deeper I ran, the more the forest seemed to close in around me. The trees towered overhead like silent, looming giants, their branches twisting together to block out the moonlight. Everything was dark, too dark. Shadows danced at the edges of my vision, twisting and flicke
