*Constance*
A rush of wind. The sounds of screams. Raging fire lit the night in a deadly orange glow. I ran. I ran. And I ran. All I could do was run, but I knew it would do no good, for the distance between me and my pursuer never grew larger. Instead, it grew steadily smaller as though I hadn't moved at all.
I screamed, my throat raw from the noise, but I didn't stop. I screamed until I was certain my throat was bloodied. I ran until my feet were no more than mutilated stumps. My heart pounded. The earth shattered and quaked around me. And still, I ran.
I ran so far and yet, nowhere at all. Even as my legs peddled beneath me, I gained no ground. He was coming closer, and though in my wolf form, I knew I was no match for his might. I would die. I would die just as they had died.
And t
