CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Jet ran through the forest, his heavy breathing forming a cold smoke in front of him because of the January cold. He rubbed his gloved hands together to try and keep them warm. Ao, on the other hand, seemed to have no problem flying on top of him.

Despite the strenuous exercise, Jet felt the cold creeping in even into his toes. He had no need to look over his shoulder to know that the monster was still on his tail. He had been ordered to take a walk—to cool his head down. Because for the past few days he had been on edge and everyone was too scared to be near him to work properly.