Shy Deer Steppes No, I'll never make it out alive

His head continued to pound and in a split second she had taken off trying to leave him behind like some worthless piece of garage. No, he wouldn't have it. He had been left in the dust far too many times and he refused to let some pipsqueak leave him feeling abandoned again. He deserved better and if no one would willing give him the relief he so desperately sought, he would take it for himself.

He sprinted after her, teeth snapping at anything he could grab and pull her down with. She would know the pain of what it feels like to be neglected, to feel what Hadraniel at felt all his life. Only then would this torture in his head subside.