Ragal POV

I am out of breath. I can't stop unless I want to get caught. I can't see what's chasing me, but my heart beats faster than any drum.

The forest creeps me out. Crows gawk at me, and the thorns greedily draw blood from my skin. It feels like everything in these bushes has turned its back against me.

Something wants me dead, gone, and I can feel it in these bushes. My legs don't hurt, even though the distance is wide. My father's house is nearby. If I could just run in, maybe ...