Nina ran.
Into the flower field, a loud scream tearing from her throat.
She crashed through the lavender flowers, the stalks snapping against her arms and shoulders, the tall heads whipping past her face as she pushed through them. She couldn't see a single thing. All she could hear were the sound of paws breaking the stems behind her and the snarl of the wolf closing in on her in the dark.
Her lungs burned as she screamed in fright.
Was she going to die here?
Had she survived the eleventh night only to get torn apart by a wolf in a field?
Nina panted as she ran. She didn't know where she was running to, but she knew she couldn't stop, not for a second, not unless she was dead.
Her foot caught on a stem and the ground came up fast.
Nina shrieked as she fell forward, her hands meeting the ground first. The stem dragged across her shin on the way down and she groaned in pain. She lay still for a second, her cheek against the cold soil, her heart slamming against her chest.
