Hargrave loomed over Amara, his breath hot and heavy on her skin. 

"You will lie still," he growled.

Tears blurred her vision.

"Stop-please-" Amara gasped, pushing at his chest. "Please!"

 She had one heartbeat... one fragile moment to realize she could die here. 

Her mother's voice whispered through her memory:

 'Never let anyone trap you, Amara. Fight.'

 So she did.

 Her heel drove into his shin with all her strength.

 Hargrave snarled a raw, human sound and staggered.

 Pain shot up her leg, but she didn't stop.

 She twisted, clawed, slipped from his grip for a heartbeat, and dropped to the cold floor.

 Stone scraped her knees.

 Her breath tore in and out.

  "YOU-!" his voice cracked with rage, not loud, but deadly.

She didn't wait. 

 She sprinted for the door, down the corridor.

 Her Bare feet slapping the stone, heartbeat pounding so loud she could barely hear her own sobs.

 Torches flickered against the walls, stretching her shadow long and frantic.

  She was nothing to Morwen. Never had been.

 She would die here.

 Forgotten.

 But she wasn't ready to die.

 Not like this.

 The guards turned their eyes widening at her torn dress, at the bruise blooming across her cheek.

  "What-?" one stuttered.

 Hargrave staggered into view behind her, a hand pressed to the place she'd kicked, rage sharpening his every breath.

 "GUARDS! After her!"

 The men outside jerked to attention, startled.

 "What- what happened, my lord?"

 He straightened, rage shaking his breath.

  "Do not let her leave this estate. Find her. Drag her back- "he snarled. "-and if you return without her... I'll strip the skin from your back myself."

 The guards froze.

 "MOVE!" he roared.

 They scattered instantly, boots pounding down opposite corridors shouting orders.

 Hargrave exhaled a sharp hiss, fingers touching the bruise already forming.

 "How dare she," he muttered. "A gutter-born nothing."

 Then, quieter, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes-

  "Run, little rabbit.

 Once you're taken... you belong to me."

 Amara ran.

She didn't know how long anymore - minutes, hours, time itself had torn apart.

 All she knew was the fire in her lungs and the knives in her feet each time they struck the ground. Blood slicked her heels, making every step slide, scream. Her dress clung to her legs, torn and heavy, snagging on roots and stone.

 Her breath came in sharp, broken bursts.

I have to survive.

I have to survive.

 The words beat in her skull as the estate lights shrank behind her.

A narrow path split open between two storage sheds.

 She didn't think. She ran for it.

 A hand shot from the dark and yanked her back so hard she nearly screamed.

 "Not that way - that's the border. Are you trying to die?" a girl hissed.

 Amara stumbled, vision swimming with tears.

The girl was around her age. Breathless. Bruised. Fear lived in her eyes - the kind that came from watching people disappear and knowing exactly why.

"Please," Amara choked. "I don't want to die. Please-"

 The girl's grip tightened, nails biting into her arm.

"Quiet," she snapped. "If they catch you before the master-" Her voice faltered. "You don't get a second chance. He doesn't like ruined girls."

Amara's stomach twisted.

 The girl didn't wait. She dragged Amara toward a narrow side path hidden behind the shed.

 "Come. Now."

 They ducked beneath a broken fence plank, squeezing through a gap only someone who knew the grounds would find. Stones bit into Amara's raw feet. Every step sent pain screaming up her legs.

The woods loomed ahead - dark, vast, swallowing the world whole.

 Just a little farther.

 A shout exploded behind them.

 "HEY!"

 The girl swore under her breath.

Amara's heart dropped in her chest.

 Father... I'm sorry, she thought, though she didn't know why. She just didn't want to die like this - not sold, not discarded, not forgotten.

 The guard's torchlight flared.

"Run," the girl whispered. Then louder, pushing Amara hard toward the trees. 

"RUN!"

 Boots thundered behind them as Amara plunged into the dark.

Amara stumbled forward. An arrow sliced the air beside her. 

A soft sound - more breath than impact.

She turned just in time to see the girl fall.

 She crashed to the ground, eyes wide, lips quivering. Blood slipped from her mouth as she looked at Amara one last time.

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Whatever happens... don't stop."

 Amara clamped her hands over her mouth, choking on a scream. 

Tears burned her eyes.

 "No...!" she sobbed.

The girl didn't move again.

She stared. Just a heartbeat. Long enough for grief to pierce her. Her knees stung where they scraped on stones.

THEN the shouts tore through the night.

 Boots pounding. Men were closing in.

Her body moved before her mind could.

She ran.

The last fence post brushed Amara's shoulder, then the trees swallowed her whole.

The shouts behind her burned her ears.

"Don't let her get away!"

"Push! Bring her back alive!"

Her feet dragged over roots and jagged stones, sharp jolts of pain shooting up her knees. Each breath tore at her lungs like fire.

Don't stop. Don't look back.

Her chest heaved. Tears stung, sweat mingling with dirt. She pressed her palms to her face, trying to choke down a scream a sob but none came.

How... how did it come to this? Her life... reduced to running, bleeding, lost in the woods.

Morwen hates me.

Hargrave would kill me.

Nobody wants me.

Branches clawed at her arms. Roots tore at her ankles. She fell once, scraping her knees on sharp gravel. Pain shot up her spine, and for a heartbeat, she thought she couldn't move.

Then the shouts came closer.

"She's slowing, push harder!"

Dark, aggressive, breathless. Shadows on her back.

She forced herself up. Heart thundering, tears blinding, legs trembling, body screaming but she ran.

The forest thinned.

Not into light - but into something worse.

The air changed. Thickened and pressed against her skin. The wind died. The insects fell silent, as if the land itself was holding its breath.

Her feet hit softer ground. Moss. Cold earth.

A wooden marker stood half-buried ahead, carved with deep, clawed symbols - old, weathered, darkened like dried blood.

She stumbled forward.

The moment her foot crossed the marker, the cold swept over her - sharp and alive.

Behind her, boots skidded to a halt.

"Stop!" someone shouted.

Another voice cut in, tight with fear. "Hold."

Torchlight flickered at the edge of the marker, suddenly small. Weak.

"She crossed," one man breathed.

"Then she's not ours anymore."

"The master said alive-"

"You want war?" another snapped. "Because that's how you start one."

Amara didn't understand. She didn't stop.

An arrow sliced past her shoulder.

She screamed - and ran deeper.

The forest closed behind her.

She barely saw them until it was too late.

Dark armored figures emerged soundlessly from the trees. Metal dulled, torches hooded low. Not guards.

Hunters.

"Please!" Amara whispered, collapsing to her knees. "They're after me... help!"

Hands seized her - fast, precise. One clamped over her mouth. Another wrenched her arms behind her back.

"No-wait-please!" She kicked, fought, tasted blood as her lip split.

"I... I didn't do anything!" she gasped into a gloved palm. "Let me go!"

A man stepped forward, voice calm, unreadable.

"You crossed into forbidden land," he said. "No human does that by accident."

Amara froze, confusion and fear warring across her face.

"It... It's not what you think!" she choked out, clutching her side. "I... I was running!"

Another voice, colder. "You passed the marker alive."

Her heart stuttered.

"That makes you either protected... or dangerous."

Rope bit into her wrists as they bound her hands.

Behind them, Hargrave's men shouted from the border - rage tangled with fear.

"She's ours!"

"Bring her back!"

One of the armored figures turned.

"This land is not yours," he said quietly. "Leave."

Another stepped forward - taller, broader. His eyes caught the torchlight and gleamed unnaturally bright.

Hargrave guards backed away.

"You'll rot in chains!" one shouted weakly. "The wolves will break you!"

 Wolves? What were they talking about? She thought.

No one answered.

The forest already had.

Amara sagged as exhaustion took her. Strong arms caught her before she hit the ground.

"The humans forced her across," one of the armed figures murmured. "Alive."

"Our lord will want to see this."

They laid her against a waiting horse. Darkness pressed in around her, trees folding like a sealed door.

Exhaustion and terror pulled her under. For a fleeting moment, she thought she might finally see her parents, finally rest. Her knees buckled, body sagging.

Maybe... if I fall here... nobody would care, her thoughts barely forming.

"Let's move," one of the men said.

The horse jolted forward, carrying her deeper into the unknown. Shadow and silence pressed close, thick as smoke.

She drifted between consciousness and shadow, every breath shallow, every heartbeat a hammer in her chest.

What... waits for me beyond this forest... alive... or not?

*****

Meanwhile, back at the estate...

Hargrave's roar shook the hall. 

"She got away?!"

The guards flinched. One shuffled his feet, another's hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the table, biting his lip. Sweat slicked their brows.

"She... she slipped through our fingers before we could stop her, my lord," one stammered, eyes fixed on the floor.

Hargrave slammed his fist against the wooden table. The sound echoed like a drum in the stone hall. His eyes burned with a fury that made the room shrink. 

Get Morwen. She should have kept that girl locked! She will pay for this."

The guards swallowed hard, glancing at one another. 

One muttered under his breath, almost too quietly to hear, "We'll die if we fail again..."

"That girl comes back alive or every one of you will regret it," Hargrave hissed, teeth clenched, nostrils flaring, his voice a whip in the tense air.

Another guard fidgeted, shifting from foot to foot, glancing at the hall doors as if expecting Amara to appear from nowhere.

Hargrave's gaze swept over them, heavy and scorching. 

"Move. Now. And make sure Morwen answers for this."

Silence stretched over the hall. They all knew-this wasn't over.