Satyr and Cerberus [Part 4]

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Stiles’ hooves kicked up dirt and grass as he stumbled down the hill. His breathing was rapid, his arms were flailing to grab trees and propel himself forward. He was running as fast as he could, he could hear the blood in his ears, the pounding of his heart as he tried not to scream.

He wasn’t sure what was chasing him, he only knew it had teeth, sharp ones that had nearly ripped his arm off before Stiles pulled his arm back just in time. He could feel the blood dripping down his arm but it wasn’t much, it wasn’t that deep of a wound but he wasn’t worried about it.

He was worried about keeping his footing and getting out of range of the growls that followed him and the crunching of the sticks beneath its feet.

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