ABIGAIL'S POV
I shivered as I walked through the freezing cold streets of New York City. I clutched my upper arms in my hands, peering over one shoulder to the other as my heart raced in my chest. I could feel eyes all around me, watching me and calculating my every move. I could feel a warm breath on the back of my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin and making the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
It felt like clawed fingertips were reaching out and about to capture me. I walked faster, ignoring the way the shadows and light danced along the brick buildings. Golden eyes glowed from the alleyways, as I raced down the street. Each of my long strides picked up pace before a tall wall shot up in front of me from the concrete ground. I was trapped like a mouse being chased
