Ok, here's chapter 4. And it's sort of the same as Chapter 3, but it's from Raven's point of view (for those who get confused :) ). And also, I'm really sorry about short chapters, but it looks so much longer on paper! Plus, it doesn't feel right sometimes to keep going on and on, but I get the point and I really will be making a concentrated effort to make it a bit longer. So, again, please review, and here we go.
Raven woke with the sun. He looked at the beautiful young woman sleeping beside him and smiled, gently touching her face before sliding out from between the blankets and quietly dressing. He tiptoed to the door, slipped out and closed it with a soft click behind him. New, deep snow had fallen during the night, and it crunched beneath his light footsteps. He walked to the wood and drifted between the trees, glancing from time to time at the brightly painted wagon.
He was about to go further into the wood when he discerned a shadowy figure crossing the field from the direction of the road. Raven watched as the man knocked on the door of the wagon, holding some kind of material in his hands. He saw the door open and stepped out from the fringe of trees just as a sack was roughly forced over Marnie's head and her hands tied with rope behind her back.
Raven ran forward and felt, rather than heard, himself call out as a blow was dealt to Marnie. As he sprinted through the snow, she was hoisted over the man's shoulder and her captor began to run back to the road.
Raven, in pursuit, was hindered by the cold snow as he followed Marnie. He could not catch up, and he was a long distance behind when he saw Marnie being thrown on the back of a wooden, horse-drawn cart and her captor joining two other men at the front. Yelling, he ran even harder, pushing himself. Knowing he was no match for the horses, he still did not allow himself to slow down. He would run for hours, days, without stopping, without eating, drinking or sleeping. They would not hurt her. He would kill them first.