Adina ran… She ran as fast as her legs would carry her.
The forest seemed to swallow her up.
Branches tore at her dress, but she didn't stop running. Her legs burned. Her breath came out in frantic gasps. Her mind was spinning, and the spell was working its way through her veins with each passing second.
Heat curled in her stomach. Her thighs clenched with a need that had no name. It was unbearable. Twisted. Sick.
But she didn't stop. Couldn't.
She was running for her life now… Gods forbid the rogues found her. Then she would be done for… the girl's words rang in her mind. 'General Elara's order.'
Did the general hate her so much to do something like this to her? Why? What has she done?
A sharp shrill wrecked her from the inside, and she fell forward, whining hard at the impact. Her wolf was crying with need. It was too much. Too intense.
She needed relief—she needed someone to touch her, feel her—she needed anything they were willing to give.
