Rissa’s POV

I don’t stop running until my lungs burn.

Even then, I don’t stop.

The forest blurs around me, branches clawing at my arms, roots catching at my boots. I barely feel any of it. The only thing that matters is distance.

Distance from Mark.

Distance from Josh.

Distance from the truth I almost said out loud.

My chest tightens at the thought.

Not now.

I force it down and keep moving.

Behind me, I can still hear them.

The Hunters.

They’re not shouting anymore. Not rushing blindly. ...