Cold Trail

POV: Kaelen.

My boots hit the wet mountain earth in a rhythm of dull, punishing thuds. Pine needles whipped across my chest and branches clawed at my bare shoulders, but I barely felt the sting. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than the wind cutting through the canyon pines.

I was running blind. I had been sprinting through the dark for hours, yet I could not outrun the fire burning inside my