Lyra's POV
I wrenched my arm free with desperate force. "Look, I'm really sorry about the mustard disaster," I gasped, pulling again with every ounce of strength I had left. My wrist wouldn't budge from his iron grip. "But this whole murder game thing is completely insane!" One final violent twist and my wrist slipped free from his hold.
My legs carried me forward again, though I could feel my stamina draining fast. How much longer could I keep running before they caught me for good? My muscles screamed with exhaustion as I pushed myself harder across the uneven ground. Behind me, the savage howls and bone-chilling snarls grew closer and more vicious. My heart hammered against my ribs as terror flooded my system.
Then a voice cut through the madness like a blade.
"Enough."
