Running.
Never had I expected to run for my life– hunted by a wolf that was sworn to protect me.
My feet moved swiftly across the ground, and as I ran, I knew he was gaining on me. The thought of his breath across my cheek the first time we had met caused my heart to race, and I kept my feet going no matter how much I wanted to stop.
I was prey running for its freedom, and the wolf behind me was hungry.
Oh God, was he hungry.
The roar of his fury pushed forward, and before I knew it, I found myself unable to continue on. The cuts on my skin seeped with my blood as the branches and sticks cut against me.
The panting of my breath against the cool air of the forest caused my breath to come out in small faint clouds of smoke. I wasn’t able to stop long before I caught sight of the massive wolf moving toward me.
He could have caught me many times, and yet he seemed to toy with me.
“Talon...” I whispered as I watched him with wide eyes stalking towards me.
