Blackfeather Woods Using your shirt as a pillowcase

Venus nimbly raced through the forest. Tears still fell from her eyes. She wasn't in the mood for talking, not when she felt this sick. Running didn't make it any better. She wanted a nice quiet day, and she just had to run into someone. It didn't matter who, it could have been Burke and his dead mate, revived again, and Venus would have reacted the same way. "Leave me alone!" She yelled over her shoulder. She didn't need anyone's help. Her mind would eat her alive, kill her, then Venus would move on with her day. It was a simple reoccurring event.