Witch - May Livere

by May Livere  She ran on, wild-eyed, their angry She ran faster, getting her strength from the very Her chances were The barks drew closer. The dogs would get her before they did. A She looked over her shoulder and saw their the crazed sing-song jarred into her consciousness. She could feel the dogs closing in, their excited breathing, but still she did not stop... she crawled on defiantly. She