Namara's POV:

“Please!” I screamed, bolting through the dense forest, my bare feet slamming against the uneven ground, roots and fallen branches tearing at my skin.

Tears streamed down my face relentlessly, blurring the world into a haze and my chest burned with every ragged breath, but I couldn’t stop. Ahead of me, a cloaked figure clutched a small baby wrapped in a thick cloth to their chest, its tiny cries piercing the air like knives. “Please!” I screamed, my voice cracking. ...