“Ashleigh!” Granger shouted, trying to warn her.
Ashleigh hissed in pain as she moved just in time, only grazed by the arrow.
She grabbed her arm and cursed as she hit the ground hard. Granger was beside her in an instant.
“Are you alright?” he asked quickly.
“I’m fine, it stings, but it’s fine,” she answered, looking around them into the trees. “Where are they?”
Granger looked around, he tried to listen, but the wind around them was picking up.
“I can’t tell. There’s too much wind.”
“We can’t stay here,” she replied quietly, still keeping her eyes on the trees. “There!” she shouted, springing from her place on the ground when she saw just the slightest hint of movement.
As she got to her feet and started running, she began to shift. Something she had practiced many times. It was challenging and painful, but it was the best way to quickly and ruthlessly down an enemy. Which was precisely her style.
