Giving opposite commands to control this body was almost working well.
Almost.
Most of the time…
The good news was that my throat and chest were doing much better now, the breaths I took scratched less and less, and the burning sensation was endurable.
Still, this body wasn't healing properly.
And the bad news was that I was still on the run.
I ran long and far while three werewolves chased me, I stumbled and fell but kept picking myself up, I hit a few trees but always kept a solid 3-minute run between the four of us.
I was lucky that those werewolves weren't Alphas and Betas. I couldn't have outrun them otherwise.
That said, escaping them truly exceeded my expectations.
I knew I was out of the Turner's pack territory the second they stopped following me, it was as if they got hit by an invisible wall. They whimpered and cursed when they couldn't pass through to the other side.
I kept on running.
