RavenRaven staggers through the dense, unforgiving forest, her breath shallow and strained. The past few days have been nothing but a blur of fear, exhaustion, and constant movement. Her muscles ache, but the fear of the Purists catching up with her pushes her forward. Every snapped twig beneath her boots makes her jump, every rustling in the bushes makes her pause, and the chilling howl of hunting dogs echoes in her ears. The moonless night provides no relief, only an impenetrable cloak of darkness that makes her feel even more hunted.
She takes another few steps, the weight of her transformation pushing against her, the wolf within clawing at her senses. And then, something catches her eye. A faint silhouette, barely visible in the distance, standing motionless in the shadows. The figure’s presence sends a shiver down her spine.
Her heart pounds, the blood rushing in her ears as she calls out, voice rough but determined,
The only response is the distant shouting of the Purists, their voices sharp with frustration. The dogs are closer now, barking relentlessly as they track her scent. Panic surges in her chest, but she forces herself to stay still, watching the figure ahead. Could it be an ally? A hunter? Or worse, another trap set by the Purists?
As the dogs’ barking grows louder, Raven knows she can’t afford to wait much longer.
She takes another few steps, the weight of her transformation pushing against her, the wolf within clawing at her senses. And then, something catches her eye. A faint silhouette, barely visible in the distance, standing motionless in the shadows. The figure’s presence sends a shiver down her spine.
Her heart pounds, the blood rushing in her ears as she calls out, voice rough but determined,
Hello? Is anybody there?Her words hang in the air, swallowed by the oppressive quiet.
The only response is the distant shouting of the Purists, their voices sharp with frustration. The dogs are closer now, barking relentlessly as they track her scent. Panic surges in her chest, but she forces herself to stay still, watching the figure ahead. Could it be an ally? A hunter? Or worse, another trap set by the Purists?
As the dogs’ barking grows louder, Raven knows she can’t afford to wait much longer.
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