Becky's lungs burned as she crashed through the dense forest undergrowth. Each ragged breath tore at her throat while her boots slammed against the soggy earth beneath her. Branches whipped across her face, leaving stinging welts, and sweat poured down her spine. Every muscle in her body screamed for mercy, but stopping meant certain death.
Alpha Theodore's trackers were closing in. She could smell their distinct scents carried on the wind, getting stronger with each passing moment. How had they discovered her location? She had been so careful, so clever in her hiding spot deep within the wilderness after successfully ambushing that pathetic omega Seraphine. Her ally had played her part perfectly, taking the fall just as planned. Amy made an excellent scapegoat for the greater cause. Better her sacrifice than Becky's downfall.
