Chapter 9 Falling Into The Wrong Hands

• My paws pound against the damp forest floor, my bag clenched between my teeth as I push myself forward. The cold night air whips through my thick fur, but I barely feel it. I’ve been running for over an hour—maybe two. Time has become a blur, just like the trees rushing past me. My lungs burn, my limbs ache, but I don’t stop. Not until I know I’m truly free.
• I never had a real bond with the Red Night Pack, but still, something inside me shifts, like a thread snapping. I can’t feel her anymore. My mother. The last connection I had left behind.
• A choked whimper escapes me, but I push the thought aside. I have to keep moving.