208Alyssa’s PovWhen I realized that I couldn’t hear the warriors’ footsteps anymore, I managed to get up to my feet. The wounds I had gotten were so painful that I didn’t know that I had also been hit by an arrow.I walked back out of the cave and into the woods, trying to find my way to anywhere, somewhere that could become a freedom place for me. A place where I wouldn’t have to be a maid anymore and no one would continue to try to get me into trouble.I continued dragging my feet with so much spiraling through my body. Tears flowed down my eyes, and my heart was beating heavily in sadness. While dragging my feet, Tara’s smiling face kept popping up in my head. I couldn’t believe she was gone, my best friend was gone for eternity.“The one person who has always supported me… why is it that she had to leave this world? Why did it have to be at Lthe expense of my freedom?” I said, sniffling and sobbing gently.It would be worse if my noise attracted people who could steal my freedom
207Alyssa’s PovI ran. I ran like my life depended on it, because it truly did. The night air brushed against my face while branches clawed at my arms and legs. My bare feet tore open on rocks and roots, but I didn’t slow down. All I could hear was my ragged breathing and my heartbeat, loud and frantic like it wanted to burst out of my chest.Behind me, I heard the guards’ loud voices echo through the trees. I didn’t dare look back. I knew exactly what I would see, torches bobbing like angry fireflies, bows drawn, arrows ready.They had nearly caught me when I slipped past the pack’s gate. If Tara hadn’t grabbed my hand and shoved me ahead, I would have frozen right there.“Run, Alyssa. Don’t look back.”That was the last thing she told me.The memory made my chest burn. I pushed myself harder, lungs on fire, legs trembling as I crashed through bushes and leapt over fallen logs. Rain was in the air, I could smell it coming. I prayed it would fall soon, wash away my scent, my tracks,
206Alyssa’s POVTara didn’t answer me right away that night. She just sat there on my bed, her hand in mine, her eyes shining with tears she wouldn’t let fall. I could see the war in her, the part that wanted to protect me and the part that was so afraid for both of us.Finally, her shoulders slumped like she had dropped something too heavy to carry. She squeezed my hand so tight it almost hurt.“Okay,” she whispered. Her voice trembled but her eyes were steady now, the way they always were when she had decided on something. “Okay, Alyssa. We’ll go. We’ll run.”The words didn’t feel real until she said them out loud. My breath caught in my chest. For the first time in so long, the air didn’t feel like poison in my lungs.We didn’t waste time. Tara wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and got up so quickly, I almost didn’t recognize her, my quiet, careful Tara moving with a sharpness I had never seen. She grabbed the old cloth bag from under my bed and dumped it on the blanket.
205Alyssa’s POVWhen they were done with me, I didn’t know how long I’d been down there. Time didn’t exist in that cold little hole, only the ache in my wrists where the chains had rubbed my skin raw, only the bruises blooming under my dress like ugly flowers. I could taste blood where I had bitten the inside of my cheek to keep me from crying out too loudly.When they finally unlocked the chains, I could hardly stand. Reynold didn’t look at me. Reece did, but only to sneer when I stumbled trying to pull my dress down over my knees. Ryan’s face was the worst, blank, cold, like I was nothing but a stain they needed to scrub away.He didn’t say a word. None of them did. They just turned and left me there on the cold floor until two guards came in.The guards didn’t meet my eyes either. Maybe they pitied me, maybe they didn’t. It didn’t matter. Their hands were rough as they hauled me up. My legs buckled on the first step and my shoulder slammed the stone wall. I bit my lip so hard I ta
203Alyssa’s POVThe pain came slowly at first. A dull twist in my stomach, then sharper, spreading like fire under my ribs. I curled up on the cold floor beside my bed, one hand pressed to my belly, the other clutching the edge of the blanket like it could anchor me to the world.I had pushed the cup away, had spilled most of it, but a few drops were all it took. I could taste it still at the back of my throat, bitter and wrong.I wanted to cry but no tears came. I felt too dry, like my body was squeezing itself from the inside out.A small sound slipped out of me, half a whimper. I pressed my lips tight, afraid someone would hear. If Ingrid knew I was still alive, she would try again. I had to be careful.My head spun. I tried to stand but the pain doubled me over again. I held onto the bedpost and squeezed my eyes shut.“Tara,” I breathed. “Please… Tara.”I didn’t know if she would come. I didn’t know if she was even close. But the room felt too small, too silent, and I couldn’t do
202Alyssa’s POVI didn’t sleep well after Ryan left. I lay there in the dim hush of my room, the blanket pulled tight under my chin, the faint taste of him still warm on my mouth. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his; that flicker of softness that turned to steel the second he pulled away.No. The word echoed in my head like a ghost.No, he had said, to me, to himself, to whatever fragile thing we might have let slip between our ribs if we’d been braver.When dawn finally slipped through the cracks in my shutters, I pushed myself up. My body ached from yesterday, the shovel, the dirt, the climb out of my own grave. But more than that, I felt hollow. Like someone had scooped the warmth from my chest and left nothing behind but frost.I dragged myself from bed. The floor was cold under my bare feet, but I didn’t flinch. I pulled on my plain grey dress, the one with the patched elbow and the tiny tear near the hem that I never found time to fix. I combed my fingers through my hair and