Hazel's POV
“Arghh!” I screamed in agony when a sharp broken wood pierced my skin. I was weak and tired, a bit shocked too that I wasn't dead yet after being pulled by the horse for almost an hour.
He turned around and started going back to the stables. I didn't want to go back. I wish I could leave. This would be an opportunity. The realization of where I was hit me and I grabbed the ropes and pulled hard. I felt very weak but at the moment, I felt like I could do anything.
Ignoring the throbbing pain on my body, I tried to get the horse to stop by pulling on the ropes. After a while, he slowed a bit and I ran towards him. If I was going to escape then I would need to take the risk with this horse. He might help me or take me back to Damien but I was willing to risk it. Grabbing his
