Third POV, Flashback
Helena’s lungs burned as she sprinted through the dense forest. Twigs snapped beneath her feet, branches whipped against her face, but she didn’t slow down.
She couldn’t. The snarls and howls behind her grew closer with each passing second.
“Shit,” she gasped to herself when she cast one look behind. “Oh no no no no.”
The moon hung high above, casting just enough light for her to navigate through the trees.
She’d been on her own since she had escaped the rogues when the Eclipse Pack was attacked. She slept in abandoned buildings and stole food when necessary. But through the years, she’d never been in danger like this before.
Her foot caught on an exposed root, and she tumbled forward. Pain shot through her ankle as she crashed into the dirt. Panic seized her chest as she tried to scramble back to her feet, but her ankle gave way beneath her.
“There she is!” a gruff voice called out.
