Neris POV Run.It's the only thought I have left. So I run.Branches open thin, stinging lines across my face and arms that I barely feel. Roots grab at my boots. The ground is uneven and wet, and every stride feels like the one that finally puts me down.Behind me the creature moves with terrible purpose. Heavy, fast, and far too quiet for something that size. It isn't crashing through the undergrowth the way an animal would. It's choosing its line, cutting angles, closing the gap like it already knows where I'll be standing in four seconds.It isn't hunting the forest. It's hunting me.I look back once and nearly lose my footing. The glowing eyes are closer than they were half a minute ago. One armored shoulder scrapes a trunk hard enough to strip the bark away in a long pale scar, and it doesn't slow down for that either. It doesn't roar again. It just comes."Keep moving," I tell myself through my teeth. "Just keep moving."My lungs are burning. My legs have stopped asking permis
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