Claire

The woods seemed to go on for miles on every side. She had no sense of direction, and the deeper she ran into the trees, the denser the brush became. Her entire body screamed for rest, but Claire was scared to stop.

She was sure Tristan was close by, watching or chasing her—she didn't know. He could have caught her easily. Maybe he liked to stalk his prey. Either way, she had to try to get away. Part of her wanted to give-up, to lay down on the leaf-covered ground and ...