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Damien had never been patient. I kept running. The river was steel-grey in the early light, the Windsor skyline flat and pale on the far bank, the Detroit cold sharp enough to make every breath a conscious effort. I ran four miles every morning now — had started the week after I moved into the apartment, the same week I started learning the Caldwell financials, as though my body had understood before my mind did that what was coming would require a kind of endurance that went beyond sitting at conference tables. My mother had run these same streets.

Without demand. Just present. Waiting. I ran first. He followed. We ran the boundary line in the late afternoon light and it was the first time in ten years that running felt like freedom rather than escape and the difference between those two things was everything.

I narrowly avoid bumping into a tree, but I keep on running. I can hear the sound of footfalls and heavy breathing, and I am hyper aware of the stitch growing in my side. I have never been a slow runner in my life quite the opposite, really. I have always been able to outrun everyone I have ever come across, but this dude, he keeps up with me easily, and that scares me, because I know sooner or later he'll catch me and I don't know what I'll do.

There was no Way I could give up now. Jessica turned out to be a faster runner than I thought. From lagging behind me, she was now almost a heard of me. It didn't take long to know why. Wild footsteps slapping against the road found my ears and filled me with fear that almost paralyzed my running. I could have tripped over myself if that didn't mean I was going to get caught, but there was one thing you could stop, and that's a girl running for her life.

“I spent probably the better part of a month looking for this little monster. Just when I thought it had left the area, it killed some more animals. Another week of looking for it, and I found it. Or it found me.” He shook his head. “It was like... one second, I was alone, and the next second, the sand beneath my feet was moving, trying to pull me down as this thing rose up. I managed to leap away, just out of reach of its claws. If I’d been any slower, I’d have been breakfast.” He took another sip of water. “I had never run from an animal before, and I never have since. But endurance was the only thing I had going for me. So I made him chase me. It was stupid, but it worked. Kind of. Cuz it

And maybe it is. But as I sit there in the stillness of my apartment, flight booked, escape secured. For the first time, running doesn’t feel powerful. It feels lonely.

I finally returned to New York,after two years of running,hiding, and grieving, not just for my mother but for the version of myself I'd lost. After Rolda left for work, I dressed quickly, threw my hair into a ponytail, and grabbed my bag. I needed to see the city again,breathe its chaos and reclaim my freedom. The apartment felt safe, but it also felt like a cage if I stayed in it too long. By mid-morning,I had hailed a taxi and instructed the driver, "Walmart." The streets of New York passed in a blur. For the first time in years, I felt the simple thrill of privacy. Strangers moving around me,none knowing my past,none watching me.

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“Stay here until I tell you to run. And then you run. Fast. Do you understand? He feels her nod. Slowly, he steps out of the elevator. And the Hybrid steps closer too. The growl in his chest became louder. The Hybrid started to walk. Slowly– taunting him. Remus walked too, determined to put enough distance from him and Eden. Then the Hybrid ran. Remus stopped and shouted his command, “Run!” Eden took off to the other wing of the building. She knew something was wrong. Remus felt different. The hooded figure terrified her to the bones and so did Remus. So when he shouted for her to run, she did. But he didn’t tell her not to look back– which she also did.