Avery’s POV
I ran like the wind, but he was always on my heels. That great black wolf with its amber gaze. Great teeth like knives. I felt his hot breath at my heels and knew I could never escape him.
Never ever.
The rogues were on my tail as I took off running for the village. With Gideon protecting Dierdra, I was on my own. There were no warriors flocking to my side, no defender racing towards me.
The fingers of the forest tore at me. Branches and thorns scratching at my limbs as I sprinted with all my strength towards the village in the distance, but it was all too far away.
The rogues at my back brought me down. Tooth and claw tore at my skin, drawing blood and slicing deep into my flesh.
The pain was indescribable.
They seized my arms and slapped their hands over my mouth
