Daisy’s POV
Keep going. Keep running.
Lee whimpered in agony, a sound so raw, yet I continued running. I pushed forward, ignoring the sharp sting of branches scraping my arms and the way my legs trembled from exhaustion. The pain was better than stopping. Stopping meant facing reality, and reality was too cruel to bear.
But no matter how fast I ran, the grief clung to me.
The quadruplets—my mates—could no longer be mine.
Not without suffering. Not without breaking.
The thought alone sent another wave of grief through me, and a choked sob escaped from my mouth. I wanted to scream, claw at the air, and do something. Instead, I ran.
Somewhere behind me, twigs snapped, followed by the rustling of movement. A presence drew closer. But I didn’t look back.
Suddenly, a wolf emerged from th
