I yanked my arm. “I’m am so sorry I covered you in mustard,” I yanked again. I wasn’t moving. “But this stupid murder game is a bit much!” With one more yank, my wrist slipped from his grip.
I took off again and wondered how long I could go without being caught again. My legs pushed and pushed but I was running out of gas. The howls and snarls were getting louder. But then, a cold voice boomed through the chaos.
“Enough.”
All the wolves stopped, some whimpering in pain while some were still snapping their jaws. The voice was loud enough in my brain to cause me to fall to my knees, my hands over my ears. The ringing in my brain stopped and I looked up.
Striding across the field was a man in elegant maroon robes. They floated across the grass like he was flying. His hair was long and wav
