Little Emerald’s POV.

My survival instincts kicked in and I ran, I ran as faster as I could, luckily I was wearing gladiators, the forest was creepy, the sound of crickets and something creepy animals fills in the air mixed with my foot hitting with the leaves on the ground.

Luckily it was not dark enough, I stopped for a second, trying to catch my breath, the sweat trickling down my back as I huffed, holding my knees.

Until I heard a sound, it must be him, I can feel him somewhere close, his scent.

He is behind me, ready to get a hold of me, but I was fast...