#Chapter13 CLARA
Twenty years ago…
I push myself harder, as hard as my wolf can run. I can hear the heavy thud of my paws, and the dirt rising in the air behind me. I can feel my heart pumping erratically and my blood pumping in my body. My senses are enhanced, and my eyes can capture the least illuminated points in the forest. My ears prick every time I hear a snap of a twig or the rustling of leaves. This is night time and of course, the forest is alive with thousands of creatures. I’m just trying to be careful not to be caught. If my parents knew I was not in my bed at this late hour and was running in the forest, they would probably install iron bars on my window sills and my brother would have a field day.
