Sophia’s POV

I was running into some familiar woods with a tiny hand in mine. I glanced in its direction and saw a child. Her face was a bit blurry, but I knew it was a girl.

“Sophia, I’m scared.” Her hand trembled as we kept on running away from someone. Or something.

I want to wolf out so that we can run fast, but I surprisingly cannot. So, we have no other choice but to keep on trudging with our small and shaky feet.

I sensed a whole group of foreign presences. Someone that I’m not familiar with. They are now closing in. I stood my ground and waited...