*~Young Lilith's POV~*
My legs couldn't carry me any further, but I kept running. My breath was heavy, my eyes dizzy. I clung to a tree for support, gasping, as every part of my body screamed at me to stop.
But I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when they were after my family. Not when they had already taken down so many, and I might be the last one left—with a baby inside me.
I couldn't give up.
I pushed forward, stumbling, each step heavier than the last. I couldn't even summon enough strength to cast a spell. No teleportation. No defense. Nothing. I was too drained, too heavy with child.
For the first time, I truly thought—I might not make it out alive.
Then, I heard movement behind me.
My heart stopped. They had noticed someone was missing. They were tracking me now.
This was bad. This was very, very bad.
"No… no," I whispered, forcing my legs faster. "They can't catch me. They can't."
