GINGER'S POV:

"We have to keep going!" Mother's voice pierces the night as we sprint through the fog-choked forest. The pale moonlight barely breaks through the mist swirling around the trees.

It's been nearly thirty minutes of relentless running-running from someone who is supposed to love and protect us. My lungs burn, and my legs feel like buckling, but then I hear my father's growl echo through the night. The sound sends a jolt of adrenaline racing through my veins, forcing my legs to move ...