Logan ran through the thick forest lined with tall trees, his dark fur reflecting the moonlight off his back as the woman in his arms bounced and squirmed against his chest. The sound of snapping twigs and crashing leaves was their only company as they made their way deeper and deeper into the wood.
"Let go of me!" Laura called out, unsure of his intentions. She looked up at the sound of his growling and watched foam leave the sides of his mouth as his bright green eyes focused on the path. "Wh—what's wrong with you?" her perplexed eyes widened before looking up to the sky.
Tonight was a full moon.
Logan knew he was about to lose his mind, so he was trying to get her to the only safe place he could think of. Her and Gracefeel's childhood home—the edge of the Port where nobles lived.
