Raine's POV

He ran with me in his arms. 

Silent.

Furious.

For the first few hours, I screamed and beat against the solid wall of his chest, my agony all-consuming, writhing in pain. Every second, every step, every thought, every breath...torture. 

Still, he ran.

Relentless.

His jaw clenched in restraint. The powerful muscles in his arms flexed and bowed, veins protruding from the skin, and his grip tightened on my body painfully, restricting my movement. A feral command, "Stop fighting me!"

I bucked harder, unbearable power growing in my limbs. The energy inside my bones sparked and churned, burning for release. I twisted my body hard, jerking myself from his...