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Leila’s POV: When we eventually manage to summon up the strength to run, Luna and I do just that. We run and run. We run past where the River Fern Pack border is visible, shimmering green with Celtic triquetra knots woven through to show it clearly. It hurts to be looking at it from the outside - as a rogue - but I know that I have no place if I go back there. They wouldn’t take me even if I wanted to do that. We have to go, Leila, we have to run. Please. Luna whispers the words to me, her voice nothing more than a breathy whisper from the pain still coursing through us. I’m broken. Broken so much that I can’t even stand properly and keep falling to my knees every few seconds. Please keep running, Lei, they’re still after us. They still want us dead, so we have to keep running. I’m tire