Fourteen

Mia took off into the woods once she escaped the palace. She was certain she'd be found soon if she didn't move quickly. She'd rather lose a leg first before she is caught.

She considered shifting but she couldn't, she couldn't risk being naked. Although nakedness wasn't anything new to them, she had hardly ever had to shift in public and whenever she did, she was always wrapped in a robe or quickly clothed. Whenever she shifted with Rain, they were always behind a tree or two.

Mia had to rely on her legs and they weren't fast because she had never had to travel on foot in her life.

She would run for a while and stop to catch her breath while panting like she was asthmatic.

She did this too often and storm was becoming impatient with the whole ordeal. Storm threatened to take control, which was just an empty threat as she couldn't except Mia gave permission.

"I'm trying my damn best," Mia complained to her wolf between deep breaths.

Her best seemed like a snail to Storm and it irked