Surviving. Or maybe not.

Evie's POV

After crying for help with no messiah in view, I knew I had to save myself by myself if I valued my life.

As my kidnapper dragged me into the woods, I held his or her arms with my hands and dug my finger into his or her skin. But because of how short my nails were, I couldn't make any real damage to his or her skin, nor did that deter him or her from pushing me even more deeply into the forest.

Was this my end?

No, I told myself firmly. Even if I was going to die, it would not be in the hands of a stranger whom I couldn't even tell what they looked like. How was I going to hunt the person as a ghost then?

I tugged at my strength and pushed my elbows forward. When I jerked it backward, it collided with my attacker's stomach. The hands that were used in holding me were gone too rapidly. I didn't bother to wait around to see how badly I injured the person. I just got up and made a beeline for the packhouse where I knew I would be surrounded by people. I had barely taken ten