Sean’s POV
~two weeks later
It’s Friday morning and I just dropped Paris off at her ‘Art for the exceptional child’ class. I have on black shorts and a black running hoodie with no sleeves. I was getting ready to head to the woods behind campus to let Charlie out for a run. He was getting increasingly restless with each passing day. I kept asking him what was up but all he would say is let me out.
I entered the woods on the running trail that the students used and listened for movement or voices. There was nothing around so I found my spot behind two large bushes and shed my clothes before letting Charlie out. He quickly took off through the woods, running as fast as he could, keeping out of sight so no one knew there was a wolf on campus.
After a good forty-five-minute run, he we
