~Fender’s POV~
I wanted to cry out loud, help me!!!!
But I knew that nobody could help me, so I didn’t do that. I just kept running and running. Sometimes, I looked back. Even though I couldn’t see her anymore and her scent disappeared, I wouldn’t stop running.
I was wondering what Hail wanted to do with me. I knew she liked me so much, but the horror thinking suddenly crossed in my mind. What if she wanted to kill me and get revenge because I didn’t love her back? So, the safest thing was running away from her.
Frankly, I was worried about the others, especially Ivan. There was a chance that she will kill him, perhaps chopping his head, ripping his heart out, or something terrible.
Fender, please! Stop thinking that way, I ordered myself. Ivan is going to be fine. Hail just hurt him. She won’t kill him, I tried to calm myself.