Book 2: Fleeing Through the Woods

Isla

What the hell do I think I’m doing?

I can’t answer that question because if I pause to ponder the absurdity, I will turn back immediately.

Who in their right mind sneaks out of the castle after sunset when some crazy woman who has already tried to kill her is on the loose? And I don’t even have a fucking clue where I’m going!

But… I keep running anyway.

Because… at this point… do I even have a choice?

As soon as Poppy left my room, I tossed a few items into a backpack that I knew I could carry on my back in my wolf form. I’m not used to shifting. I’ve only had my wolf for a short amount of time. Most of us don’t get them until we are fifteen or sixteen.

I got mine at eighteen.

And there was never any reason back home to shift. I was always too busy working in the factory or wherever, and that requires thumbs.

I have shifted a time or two in my life, but I’ve never really let my wolf run. Now, with the darkne