Z A N E
My paws pounded the forest floor as I ran fast, the wind blowing through my fur.
I had no idea where I was running, but I was trying to escape. For a while, I felt at peace. My wolf was silent, and it was a relief.
But the feeling didn't last long.
I have been in control, doing my best to suppress my wolf as I ran. Because he could do something reckless and stupid. Like kill someone, or get me in trouble.
And it worked. For a while. But the longer I ran, the more anxious and restless my wolf got.
"Damnit," I growled, as I came to a halt. "Stop fighting me, you son of a bitch." He wasn't listening.
"Let me take control. Calm down, will you?" Still no response.
"For f**k's sake," I shouted, and sat on a nearby tree.
"I'm in control, damnit. Listen to me!" At this point, I wa
