Rosina's POV

My lungs hurt as I walked through the thick bushes. The smell of pine and wet dirt filled my nose, very different from the nice smell of George's home. Every time a leaf moved or a stick broke, it made me very nervous.

I know George. He won't let me get away that easily. He'll send his best trackers, the meanest wolves in his pack, and they won't give up.

I had to keep moving.

Time felt like forever as I walked through the tough land. My muscles hurt a lot, but I didn't listen to them. Each step I took was a win, a way of saying...