The voice of Quil was still so close behind her that Kahewai swore he was breathing down her neck.
The Fairy Paragon raced through the forest without casting an eye over her shoulder. He was still hunting her down, she could feel it. The madman with the lust for expanding his own lineage…he was terrifying and connected with even more terrifying people to help him on his quest. And ever since he had made Deadpool the agreement to leave his daughter Azazel alone…Kahewai had become his main focus.
Her sister Hani was so rarely around and her brother Atl….oh that horrid little beast! He applauded Quil and his quest, had told him where to find Kahewai that night. Now here she was, unaware that she had tripped into the Whisper Forest in her frantic flight to keep herself safe.
Sunset wings could not help her here—the jagged branches made the young female hold them as flush to her body as possible to keep them from ripping. For the first time she cursed her bright golden yellow scales for making her stick out so starkly even in the foggy mists of night. Shallow cuts marred her gorgeous scales as she pushed herself past fallen trees and through bramble thickets to make her escape route more difficult to follow.
She desperately wished to call out—to cry for help and find sanctuary…but it would do no good. No one knew where she was and those who did had no interest in helping her. She was utterly lost and alone with a brutish male somewhere on her tail.
The first cave she spotted became her refuge; at least within its dark depth out of the reaches of moonlight she might be able to blend in and keep herself from sight. Only then did she fully come to terms with where she was—this was not Roraldi, she had taken a wrong turn in her panic and ended up in a forest as terrifying as her pursuer. This…this was somewhere far worse. Quivering as the sting from her wounds began to come to the surface, Kahewai felt hot tears slide down her scales.
What had she done to deserve this?
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