(MAXIMUM RIDE RP, BOOKS BY JAMES PATTERSON)

Branches whip at your face as you sprint through the forest, the sound of your own ragged breathing loud in your ears. Your wings ache, your legs burn, and you’ve lost count of how many hours you’ve been running. The creatures chasing you are relentless, their movements eerily silent except for the occasional crack of a branch or a rustle of leaves.

They’re not Erasers. They’re faster, smarter, and far more precise. You learned that the hard way when they ambushed the Flock. You barely managed to escape, but the others… You shake the thought from your mind. You can’t think about that now.

The forest suddenly opens up into a clearing, and your heart sinks when you see what lies ahead—a sheer cliff, with rocky waters far below. You glance back, your instincts screaming at you to keep moving, but the sound of the hybrids closing in grows louder.

The wind whips past your face as you approach the edge. Behind you, the hunters break through the trees, their glowing eyes fixed on you, their claws gleaming in the moonlight.