A shiver races down my spine when I hear another roar. It's closer this time.
Malcolm.
I quicken my pace, breaking into a run. I get to an outdoor restaurant and weave through the tables. "Sorry," I say when I knock down a fork.
Gazes draw to me as I rush forward. I've made it only a few paces before shrieks sound behind me.
I spin around. While I'd carefully walked past the tables, Malcolm overturns them, mowing through throngs of people, canines bared in a savage snarl.
I gasp, speeding as I turn around. I don't make it far.
"Shit!"
A heavy weight lands on top of me. I am roughly turned around. My arms are shoved above me and held in an iron grip. My throat dries as I'm faced with the full force of Malcolm's glare.