It's still dark outside; the full moon overhead has shifted slightly to the west, so I know a considerable amount of time has passed. My pads on my feet are aching, but not the same significant ache I had before. No, this time, I am used to the constant running.
"I never thought I'd be on the run again," I mumble silently.
Cinder chuckles softly, "I can hear you, Chère."
"Oops," I blurt out, shocked that I managed to forget that she can hear me.
"Although, have you ever truly been free?" she questions, raising a valid point.
The entire time I've been with Oliver and his pack, I've always known I would have to continue north eventually; that I am still a fugitive. After meeting Celeste, today proved that and more. As long as the stigma of me being a hybrid is out there and the other
