She was not going to stop running; at least at this rate. She was scared and rightfully so but she had to be caught before she did any more damage. Adnan was running at full speed and two members of his pack ran next to him at equally great speed.
It was a good thing that they were far from the general population. The last time werewolves ran this fast in a populated area there were a few casualties including running through innocent standerbys.
This young cub had spared them the stress of chasing her all the while trying not to accidentally murder people who just wanted to either go home or the club. The woods snapped underneath their feet as the three lycans ran after their target.
She was far away but Adnan could hear her rapid heartbeat, her pants, and her sniffling. She was terrified and Adnana more than anyone else understood what it meant to be terrified as a young cub.
