Ally's POV

　　The forest floor is a blur beneath my paws, each step sending jolts of pain through my frail body. Dawn moves with laboured breaths, her silver fur matted and her once graceful gait reduced to a stagger. My wolf form used to be a source of strength; now it's just a reflection of the prolonged abuse that Nathan, with his twisted love, has inflicted upon me.

　　"Ally, you can't run from me!" Nathan's voice rings in my mind, a dark promise laced with ...