The bear man came after Lillian, but she had a head start. Despite his size, he was obviously hurting from the fall and slower than the fleet-footed girl who’d run hundreds of races with the Welches’ dogs, spent months learning how to repair a farm, and worked so hard for Mother Manan that her strength and stamina were at their peak. His legs were longer, but she was more agile. For every two steps the bear man took, she took three, and slowly but surely she drew farther ahead of him. The forest grew near, but Joen was still close behind her. She couldn’t keep this speed up forever. Maybe Joen could. And then he’d catch up and drag her back to LaOursville. “Help, help!” she cried out, hoping T.H. might hear her. She didn’t know if he was around. It was so much earlier than they’d planned for her escape. And she didn’t think the fox could do much if it came to a fight with the bear man. She glanced back. Joen was still coming. Was he closer? She sped up. Pain stitched her side as she pushed herself to keep running.
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