Sheila's point of view

I began running deeper into the mountains, holding my sword in my hand, with more of these fucking wolves after me. It was as if I was their target. I slashed around. I gazed back in hopes of finding Brielle, but I couldn't. She was earlier with me, fighting together, but as more wolves came at us, she insisted I keep running.

I was out of breath, but I kept on running. It was better than standing to fight. My gaze wasn't properly focused on ...