She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Andrea couldn't run the way she used to. She could run ten miles without getting tired, but the pains in between her legs were excruciating. She couldn't bear the pain.
“Goddess of the Redwood pack, why are you doing this to me? Why did you mate a poor me with the arrogant Klaus?” Andrea muttered, her voice barely audible.
She waited eagerly for responses from the moon goddess, but she got none. Her stomach growled, and she realized she was famished.
Andrea scanned the forests to see if she could get any fruits to eat. When she found none, she took a gulp of the water she carried with her.
The sounds of wolves crashing through the underbrush echoed through the forest. Andrea quickly stood up, and continued her journey.
She detected the sce
