EP 8 CHAPTER 32
EMBERLYN WOLFSONG
I must escape this trap and this old witch's wicked scheme. I move off the front lawn of the cottage without thinking and start running as quickly as I can into the bushes. I heed my gut and head in what seems to be a safe route that will keep me far away from the blood wolves.
Running through the bushes at top speed, I feel their determined grazes against my skin as if they are trying to stop me from reaching my destination, but I ignore them all and keep moving forward. I keep running, cold sweat trickling down my brow and my heart thumping louder in my chest. This is the appropriate moment. I have some free time this afternoon. I have no restrictions. I am thinking to myself the entire time I am running, using all of my strength to swing my hands.
