Chapter 15

• The woman ran; as fast as she could but the faster she ran, the closer the wolves came. Her legs were bloodied and bruised; her hair was a tangled mess and her face had a slash across it and blood trickled down her forehead all the way down to her cheeks and to her neck.
• But none of these were her worries or posed any source of concern to her; her source of concern was disappearing from the face of the world at that very moment. She needed to shake off the wolves else she would die, she and her baby.
• She continued running and froze as she looked toward to find another set of wolves already waiting for her while baring their fangs. Her face contorted in horror and she yelled.