Iris West’s POV.
He fisted his palms and ran faster. Something was chasing him and they were probably nearby. He ran through the trees of the forest, letting the breeze aerate his head and cloud his thoughts.
Half of his men were already gone. The other half were still in the battleground, fighting for the lives of their people. He knew that sooner or later they would be overthrown and the witches would make their way into the city to kill every other person.
An arrow came flying out from behind the trees and missed his head by half an inch, hitting the tree trunk on the other side. It turned into feathers in an instant.
He tightened my arms around the baby in his arms and strapped her against his chest before leaping into the air and turning into his wolf form.
He was endangering th
