Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

Her chest hit the water with brutal force and Drag began to paddle desperately. She kept glancing over her shoulder, eyes wide with fear, her breath puffing out of her in ragged pants. The instant she felt slimy earth beneath her feet, she hoisted herself onto the far bank and resumed her run. She did not stop to shake the water off herself; she did not stop for anything. Dragyn ran and ran and ran until she felt her heart would burst right out of her chest.

Eventually, she collapsed over the roots of an oak tree. She scrambled to tuck herself out of view, eyes rolling as she glanced behind her. She didn't see anyone pursuing her, yet she trembled with both cold and fear. She intended to keep running once she caught her wind. When a distant howl rose into the air, she held her breath, which then rushed out of her noisily as she realized she wouldn't be killed tonight after all.

Boneless with relief and still quivering for the experience, Drag shakily rose and began to jog. She paid absolutely no attention to what direction she was going, other than away from those murderous wolves.