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Henry ran as fast as possible, not stopping even to catch his breath.

The hunters had come back, for what purpose he had no clue. All he knew was that he was in danger again and he needed to hide.

The barking from the dogs was slowly getting quieter and quieter, but Henry refused to slow down even for a moment. He needed to get as far as possible without getting another injury. He could hide one, he's done it before. But multiple? He couldn't even try he'd be in so much pain.

BANG!

Henry shot off into a different direction.

BANG!

He turned again.

He ran until his legs ached and a little bit more. If it kept him alive and Liam away from heartbreak he would do it. He's hidden things before, this shouldn't be much different.

Right?

"Where the fuck did it go?"

Henry stopped abruptly. How long has it been for people to start referring to him like a cryptid? It couldn't have been that long.

"Whatever, we'll get it next time this is a waste of time."

Henry relaxed at last. He was exhausted from all the running and his ears hurt from the sharpness of the barking and gunshots. His legs were sore and the wound sure wasn't helping.

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