Fiona’s POV
The moon is shining exceptionally bright overhead. Its beauty is unaffected by the turmoil I am going through.
I walk unsteadily on the road where crickets are my only companions. Now, that the adrenaline has seeped out of me, the burn on my wrist hurts even with the slightest movement. It feels like bubbling acid on my skin.
My entire body hurts and I am so weak that my vision is going in and out of focus.
Just a little longer, Fiona. I tell myself. Just a little longer.
However, I know I am at my limits. My wolf is in the background, quietly licking its wounds.
From a distance, I see two flashing lights hurtling towards me. I squint my eyes and try to lift my arm to call for help but it feels like it weighs a tonne of bricks.
My legs give out just as a car steps next
