AURORA'S POV.
I'm running through the forest barefooted with a ferociously beating heart. The gust of wind blowing through the trees whips my face like a hundred lashes, but I'm too terrified to feel the pain.
My right hand is fisting the hem of my skirt, holding it up so it doesn't impair my leg movements as I run past the trees to a place I don't know.
The Moon is hanging low in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over everything in sight, illuminating the racing track that's thick with shrubs and dried leaves that cry every time I step on them. My heart is hammering in my chest and I dare not to look back.
I don't even have the time to stop and look back because if I do, she's going to catch up with me.
She has been following in these woods for hours now, saying the same thing
