We were running as fast as we could through the town, I spared a glance behind me to look at my husband and saw him collapse to the ground. I skidded to a stop and ran back to him, keeping my baby on my back swathed in his blanket. When I finally got back to my husband, his breathing was very shallow and his heartbeat was faint.
"G-go, leave me. I will see you when you come to Malia, after death," he rasped out.
I started to cry, silently. "May Malia allow us to meet again," I said smiling sadly.
I turned away and changed into a panther, made sure my little boy was secure, and ran. I was running fast than I ever have and pushed limits that I would probably never have to deal with the consequences for. I ran into a young lady walking down the street who I assumed was a Nonew by how she was dressed. I changed back into a human and helped her up.
"Sorry madame I didn't mean to get in your way I-" I covered the young lady's mouth before she could say more.
"Stop talking. What is your name?" I demanded. She seemed familiar.
"A-Alice madame," she stammered.
I heard the distance howls of the night guard. I pulled my baby off my back and handed him to Alice.
"I need you to take my baby. Take good care of him and whatever you do, don't let the police know who he is. Got it?" I stated.
"Your my moms boss aren't you, Madame Luther. Y-you're wanted for treason against the crown!" She whisper yelled.
I hushed her. "Tell your mom where the baby came from. Don't draw attention to yourself on your way home. I have to leave now I and I probably won't be back. Please ask your mom to take him in and care for him," I whispered then turned into a panther and ran.
I ran through the rest of town and into the woods. I looked behind me and saw that the wolf guard was maybe 10 yards behind me. While looking back I tripped over a root and fell. The last thing I remember is the yellow eyes of those wolves, the ones who sealed my fate.
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La 24ème Heure (The 24th Hour)
FantasíaThis book is about a boy who lives in a world where almost everyone can turn one type of animal. The few who cannot are called Nonews, and they are placed at the bottom of society, the weak. There are a few at the very top of the spectrum, who can...