Freya

“Anika, is that you?” My heart palpitated, fear clawing at the back of my throat as her eyes locked onto mine.

 Thorne’s words faded into the background, replaced by a single, overwhelming thought— my life would be over if this woman kept coming toward me.

Sweat trailed down my forehead and the more my heart thrummed, she walked towards me. My lungs hitched, and a distressed breath escaped my lips. 

I thought this was going to be the end for me until a boy who seemed like he was in his teens rushed to meet her, panting heavily. 

“Aunt...” He gasped for breath, grabbing her gently by the wrist. ...