The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Ymir crouched low behind a cluster of rocks, her brown hair matted with mud, her body aching from days of running. Every snapped twig made her flinch—she’d learned long ago that humans could be just as dangerous as Titans.

She was able to escape the Marley Soldiers and was living by herself in the forest, hiding from Titans, living off of scraps and anything she can kill and eat.

A sudden shadow passed over her. She froze. The steps of the horse halting.