BRIAR'S POV
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The whizzing of arrows passing overhead sent my blood to run cold before I could even blink or breathe. Fenrys' hand held me down before he kicked Creseda, nudging her to run as his body folded over mine a second later. Creseda was fast, and the arrows flew past in front of us, or right behind us, some coming overhead, and that blood curling scream gathering in my throat is all that kept me sane, even if I couldn't scream. Even if I could do nothing as Fenrys held me down with the weight of his body.
Creseda ran right for the trees, and Fenrys yanked on her reins to stop as we neared a thick tree we could stop behind for cover. A groan fell from his lips as he straightened, his body peeling away from mine. Opening my eyes as cool air blows against my skin, I note the amou
