I look at Dillon with wide eyes. "It can't be, you said it's a private beach," I gasp but he starts running after the figure. I panic for a second then decide to run after him but he's too far away. So I shift into my wolf form not caring for the clothes that rip off me.
I dash through the overgrown forest dodging trees left and right. Yet no matter how fast my wolf carries me I can't see Dillon. I run past ripped clothes meaning he must have shifted. Then another set of ripped clothes meaning the other wolf has shifted also.
Telling by the clothes the other wolf is a man. I continue running until I can see the beach coming to view. But I come to a halt when I see something red cover a nearby tree. Blood.
I sniff the red liquid which is still hot. It's Dillons. My heart begins to race.
