Thoroughly drenched and covered in dirt, Violet had no clue where the hell she was. Her initial plan had been to circle back toward the edge of the Silver Glade, but the wolves had driven her deeper into the blackened woods, forcing her into this unfamiliar terrain. And now, she was lost.
It was by sheer luck, she had managed to shake the wolves off her trail while they fought amongst themselves. But Violet knew better than to slow down, not when they were still out there hunting her. At this point, her heart pounded like a war drum, the frantic beat pulsing in her ears as her lungs burned with every breath.
She was exhausted, every muscle in her body screaming for rest, but there was nowhere to stop. Nowhere was safe. The Silver Glade was riddled with unseen dangers, and the moment she let her guard down, she'd be as good as caught. So Violet pressed on, boots splashing through puddles as she trudged deeper into the unknown.