Chapter 13: Brief Touch Of Normal Part 1

As her shadow mimicked her long quick strides, Runa looked towards the rising sun, awash with relief and triumph while she continued on her quest to find high ground. She had to return to Ciaran, had to warn him and everyone of the imminent danger on her heels. Only one problem stood in front of her, she had no clue as to where she was and she was not sure if she could mind link him from a long distance. The slush of half melted snow was indication enough that she was not too far south, though far enough away from the foot of snow that blanketed Ciaran's territory, she felt uncomfortable. Her nose picked up the scent of humans about ten miles east of her, she quickly changed her course with the hopes that someone could tell her where she was.

As she found the small town, she kept to the shadows as she crept around back alley ways in search of something to cover her body with when she shifted back. She was in luck. She spotted a dirty blanket with moth holes in it hanging