Chapter 173 My son

Uriahs POV:

I stumbled through the unfamiliar part of the forest, clutching my son, Arion, tightly in my arms. My heart pounded in my chest, and each step felt heavier than the last. The leaves rustled overhead, and the distant hooting of an owl filled the night air.

"Tired, my sweet boy?" I whispered to Arion, but he remained silent, his little body growing limp with exhaustion.

As I trudged on, my dress, once a beautiful and elegant gown, was now torn and tattered, resembling nothing more than a rag. My long, dark hair cascaded around my shoulders in disarray, and my face was smudged with dirt and tears.

I was thirsty, so terribly thirsty, but I couldn't afford to stop. I had to keep moving, keep running from Alpha Denzer and his cruel grip.

Finally, I spotted a cave in the distance and hurried towards it, hoping to find some shelter and rest. Inside, the cave was dimly lit, and the cool air provided some relief from the exhaustion and heat.

I sat down, cradling Arion in my arms. H