22. A weak Runner

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Kestrel's Pov My heart hammers against my ribs as I sprint my way into the woods like a caged bird desperate for freedom. Adrenaline rushes through my blood, making everything sharper and more vivid. My skin prickles with goosebumps as I hear him behind me, though not immediately but I know he is coming. I scream as I run, my voice echoing through the trees. I didn't know if I was enjoying this way too much or scared at what would happen. I didn't know where I was going as we are heading further into the woods with my lungs burning as I pushed myself harder than I ever had before. Branches catches my hair and clothes, thorns scraped against my skin, but I didn't slow down. I couldn't. Behind me, I could hear the sound of his footsteps beginning, measured and confident. He is not even

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