I know that werewolves have superior strength, intellect and speed, but it took me a day or so to climb the mountain, and it only took Grim less than a minute to bring us down from it.
Grim held me in his arms securely and moved faster than anything I had ever seen before. No car. No mode of transportation except maybe a bullet train could move this fast. We were but a blur, jumping down the mountain so easily and effortlessly, zigzagging through the woodlands I traversed earlier that day at a speed that made my eyes water.
I know I shouldn’t be, but I am utterly amazed.
I’ve avoided werewolves as much as I could, spending my life never looking them in the eyes, crossing the road whenever they’re walking on the same sidewalk as I do.
But with Grim, I get to see and understand them.
