With that,
Antonio stood, carrying Rachel's limp body in his arms as he made his way
through the woods. The hideout he had in mind was a secluded cabin deep in the
forest, known only to him and a select few. It was a place he had used in the
past when he needed to escape the pressures of pack life, a place where he
could think and plan without interruption.
As Antonio
carried Rachel through the darkened woods, he couldn't shake the fear that had
gripped him since the moment he found her. She had been so close to death, and
he had nearly lost her. But now, as he felt the faint rise and fall of her
chest, he knew she was still with him, and that was all that mattered.
When he
finally reached the cabin, Antonio pushed open the door with his shoulder and
carried Rachel inside. The cabin was simple but well-kept, with a small bed in