I did as he said, pumping my legs hard as I ran for my life. And goddess, my body screamed for me every step I took, pain flaring from the wounds that hadn’t healed.

My knees protested the movement, the grating noise reaching my ears, but I pushed on, refusing to think of it.

The goddess had finally given me a chance for survival, and I was not going to mess it up.

I was lucky enough that Micah’s pack had been in the middle of nowhere, which meant they had no care for border security, not that anyone would dare venture into the pack.

So I ran past it,...