Pain, raw blinding pain; fear, sickening fear; betrayal, heart-wrenching betrayal. All accompanied Nicole as she ran for her life.
No one was after her. Not yet, but as soon as she was far enough, she changed to her wolf form and sprinted through the forest.
Everything about this act of escape seemed wrong to her. Her bones were weary from fighting, but for some reason, her wolf was against running. It wanted to turn back.
Turn back to what? she asked herself. Don’t you want freedom? Have you forgotten the pain you suffered?
The worst part was that she couldn’t remember why she was running. The only thing was that the voices in her head screamed treason and told her that turning back meant her death.
Since her wolf was highly uncooperative and was yearning for something she couldn’t quite understand, she turned back to human form.
She had crossed the Dark Moon’s border a long time ago and was farther away from the life she knew than she could imagine, but she didn’t know.
Nicole’s heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the dense forest, her breath ragged and her body covered in sweat. Each step she took seemed to further blur her memories, fading away like whispers in the wind.