You keep running till you see Damon’s mum or any of his relative because if they catch us, it’s over, it’s done, they will drag us back and none of this will matter, not Damon bleeding back there, not the way he told us to run, not the way you love him even if you haven’t said it yet, none of it will matter if we die in these woods tonight.
And that was when I saw them.
Two shapes tearing through the trees on either side of me, massive wolves with glowing eyes, this sent shivers down my spine because they weren’t even running like they were in a hurry.
They were running like hunters who knew the prey was going to break soon, like they could smell how close I was to losing the strength in my legs, like they wanted me to know I wasn’t getting out of here alive.
And then the third one.
