The sound of boots pounding against the cobblestones echoed through the narrow alleys of the capital. Despite how cold the night air had become over the last month, it still burned nonetheless in my lungs while I struggled to maintain my breathing as I darted down the cobbled roads. My cloak Shadow Lynx cloak billowed behind me as I shifted my course to vault over a crate cluttering the path. In the distance, though not too far to my rear, I could hear shouts growing louder.
The gang's presence was everywhere—boots slamming against rooftops above me, figures darting through parallel alleys to cut me off. It wasn't unlike my fight with the dire wolves, that is, if I were fleeing for my life, instead of beside Mara kicking ass. The thought of her caused my heart to sink briefly before the gravity of my situation snapped me out of my sliver of a daydream.
