I ran. I ran, my paws thundering against the hard ground. The roar of the K'hazin was was pounding in my ears as I darted beneath a fence, my speed picking up. I knew they were close... I could feel their hunger for blood. I picked up my speed, leaping over a small rock. I let out a yelp as I continued to run- one of the K'hazin had clawed at my heel. Where was the Guardian when you needed her? And where was the Healer and Protector? I shook my head- the eight was just a tale for kits. There was no way they could be real- they wouldn't let us suffer under Khazar's Rule. Or worse. Taken to Khazar.