He would find me eventually, I was aware of that. If there was anyone to sniff out my scent even after attempting to mask it perfectly, it would be my mate. But until he did, I would keep going. My feet carried me deeper into the forest while my hands clutched tightly to my gown, lifting it higher to keep from tripping or getting caught on the roots or twigs that littered the forest floor.
This was by no means an escape attempt. Well, it was, but not in the very sense of the word. I was escaping, but only from the ghosts from my past and present. Those that wouldn’t let me be and kept reminding me of things I’d rather forget. I was escaping from the pitiful eyes that viewed me as a pretty fragile thing that needed taking care of. While I appreciated all the care that surrounded me, I felt
