*~Young's Lilith POV~*
I kept running, faster than my legs could carry me, my breath tearing at my lungs. Behind me, Marcus was hot on my tail, his footsteps heavy, relentless, closing the distance with every second. My chest ached, my legs burned, but I pushed forward. I couldn't let him catch me—not here, not now.
And then I stumbled. My foot caught a rock, and I crashed to the ground. Dirt scraped my palms as pain jolted up my knees. I gasped, twisting just in time to see Marcus lunging toward me, his eyes wild, torn between duty and something deeper.
But before he could reach me, another figure pounced. The impact was brutal—Marcus was slammed to the ground with a force that shook the earth beneath me. My eyes widened.
"Marcus!" I cried out before I could stop myself, my voice cracking with panic.
