Ninety seven.

Irina’s POV

My bare feet pound the hot ground, I could feel the wounds opening up on the bottom of my feet as they hit bits of gravel and what felt like glass, but I couldn’t stop, not even with all this pain. I didn’t know how long I would be able to keep it up, I just knew I had to keep going.

I scream as something hits the back of me, sending me sprawling to the floor, without missing a beat, I get myself up and continue, the smell of blood from my feet slowly filling the air around me. If I keep running, I was going to leave a trail of blood but at the same time, if people see me running from wolves, they will help, or so I hoped.

In the distance I see roof tops, maybe a small town, or village, just something. Pleading with my own legs, I beg them to keep moving, just enough to get me there, just enough to get help from them.

As I get closer, I start screaming at the top of my lungs, at first it didn’t slow the wolves down, but as people began to appear and look at the commotion,