Riley's POV 

Everything blurs in my vision as the creature runs with me slung over his shoulder like I am nothing but dead weight. 

The wind slaps my face hard, my stomach twists violently, and my head keeps bouncing with every long stride he takes. I cannot tell where we are going. All I know is that the speed is insane and the world around me is nothing but flashes of dark shapes and shadows.

My head starts woozing badly.

My thoughts scatter.

I feel sick.

“I’m going to pass out,” I whisper, but my voice sounds weak even to my own ears.

Just when I think I am about...