~Lyra~
I swear my feet were barely even touching the ground because I was running like the devil himself was on my heels, which was basically true because Darren was behind me somewhere with blood on his d**k and murder in his eyes and I was one hundred percent sure this was how people died in horror movies.
My hair was slapping my face, my lungs were trying to climb out of my chest, and my wolf was spinning in circles in my head like she was drunk on panic and adrenaline and maybe just a little bit of excitement because she was completely useless like always.
I could hear him behind me.
Oh God, I could hear him.
Not running fast like a normal angry person, no. That would have been too easy. Too merciful. He was walking. Walking like a villain in slow motion because apparently he had
