Fifty four

MARINA POV

I wince as my burnt leg rubs against the bark of the tree supporting my weight, but I don't look down. My eyes are locked on the waterway that will take me to safety. I just need to gather my strength before I can move again. My adrenaline is no longer pumping from my almost death, and the pain from my leg is starting to consume me.

I was extremely lucky Sara took pity on me back there. If she hadn't yelled my name, I would be ashes right now. I still don't understand why she did it, but I will repay her. My life debt to her is the only reason I am moving right now.

I push off from the tree and clench my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. The majority of my right leg is badly burned, but I have no time to sit and rest. I need to turn myself in to the werewolves. It's the only chance Sara has at living. The only hope I have in saving a genuinely kind soul is going to the one person who wants to kill me more than Dagahra. The evil snake!

I was a fool to believe