My feet pound harshly on the forest floor with my breath already coming out in short bursts. For a werewolf, I sure get tired easily. I hear no sound coming from behind me. Maybe he finally realized that I wasn't worth it. Maybe he finally realized that I was dangerous. I don't mean to be this way. I can't control my powers.
I slow to a jog before stopping completely. Looking around me, I notice that my surroundings are not familiar. Whether this is another part of Westwood or if this is a new pack entirely I need to get away. Growling catches my attention, as a large black wolf creeps from behind a nearby bush. My eyes widen in fear and I sprint in the opposite direction. Out of no where, the growling stops and an arm wraps around my waist.
"This is why you don't f*****g run from me.
