Chapter 149 - Down The Rabbit Hole They Go

GRAYSON SPRINTED THROUGH THE FOREST, jumping over fallen trees, ducked underneath low branches, and swerved around trees in his path. His hair whipped slightly around; although it was short, it was long enough to become a simple irritation. His combat boots smacked against the muddy earth while the sweat rolled down his forehead, eventually falling away. Running wasn't something he liked to do, though it saved his life in several cases like this.  Over the howls, he heard his heart hammered in his chest, the blood pumped through his veins, and his uneven, heavy breathing. The attacker that killed his friends was still there; they must've not left. They waited for him, and only him.