CHAPTER 142: THE SAVIOR

The moon provided very little light as Shirley ran through the woods, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her heart threatening to fall out of her chest. Her pursuers' footsteps grew closer, and she felt herself giving up. The Beta Zack had been assigned to escort her safely to the witch's coven, which had turned on her suddenly. At first, she'd heard them muttering to one another, and the next moment, they'd unsheathed their swords. She'd thought they were training them on an invisible enemy, but she was shocked when they pointed it at her. She hadn't anticipated it and had drawn hers out in a flash as one of them made to strike her. She knew she could not subdue them, so she turned and ran. She stumbled on a tree stump, nearly losing her footing while running. Her eyes darted around, looking for a hiding place. She knew it was time before they caught up with her. A sharp voice pierced the air, cold and threatening. It sounded close. "Stop her! Don't let her get away!" Shirley