Disclaimer: I am not the genius who invented Teen Wolf, but I am the humble owner of my character Aria Verbena. It's been a while since I've written anything so pretty please review Thank you!
She wasn't sure how long she had been running for. Three or four hours now, was it? About four hours of weaving through trees, hurdling fallen logs, and dodging low hanging branches all while maintaining a steady speed was not easy, but she didn't have much of a choice. The steady drone of the helicopter and the roaring engines of the four-wheelers driven by her pursuers had long since faded away. This did not slow her pace, however, she knew those hunting her would not give up so easily. All she knew was that she needed to get to this place. She wasn't exactly sure what was pulling her in the direction she was running. It was like a pulse; drawing her in to its center. Another low branch raked across her side, tearing at her bloody white gown like scissors through paper.
Choking down her hysteria as fear and uncertainty gripped her like a pair of hands around her throat, she pushed herself into high gear towards this beacon of hope she was running towards.