Jo's Point of View...
I ran as fast as I could through the forest, not knowing where I was going but not caring. I needed to get away from Felix and from those wolves. I had my bag. I had my purse in it. I would be okay; I just needed to get out of here.
There were better choices than that, Jo.
Now, if only I could escape the voice in my head. That is definitely not my conscience that I am hearing. I don't know what it is, but it is not that.
Leaves crunched beneath my feet, branches whipped past, and my panicked breaths echoed in the air. With scratched limbs and torn clothes, I ran driven by instinct rather than conscious thought. My heart pounded like a relentless drumbeat, pushing me forward without a clear path or destination. Tears mixed with sweat as exhaustion loomed, but the
