At first, I didn’t want to run. I didn’t want to run away from Jaxon after seeing his true form, but I had to when he tried to attack his sister, Cassie. She snatched me by the wrist and we bolted into the woods.
Now we’re running on bare feet. My blanket is barely held around me, so I’m half naked. The night feels so unreal. I’m sweaty and cold, my heart is thundering in my ears, and my legs are moving faster than I can make them. Cassie is far ahead, her legs are too quick, maybe it’s werewolf speed.
He’s chasing behind us—behind me. I’m panting and running, and I can’t see much. It’s so cold, my feet are going numb, and I don’t know how much longer I can run from him. When I turn back—which, by the way, is a very big mistake—I see him, large and dark, his speed mesmerizing, his eyes b
