Chasing My Runaway Breeder
Keeping her senses alert, she looked around for any sign of a wolf, and when she saw none, she decided to take the next big run.
The distance between where she stood and the place she needed to run to, was a few miles away, and to get there, she had to be fast.
Two minutes max, and the guard on the night shift would be replaced.
Irish ran as fast as her legs could carry her as her wavy hair swept back in the direction of the wind. Her heartbeat increased as she ran with legs that almost touched the back of her head but she was past caring.
On getting there, there was only one more leap left for her, and she would escape the mansion.
Bab Populer