190. BARELY ESCAPING
VICTORIA
Without waiting for his response, I started running over the rooftops, tiles falling off in patches beneath my feet.
Always keeping a safe distance from the riders.
We stopped on top of a building, and I could finally see where they were headed.
Massive, thick black walls divided this decaying area from another.
I couldn’t see beyond them, but when the huge, oppressive gates opened to let those wolves through, the scent that drifted from the other side was nothing like the stench here.