Chapter Eight
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There was nothing left in him. Pain had a firm grip on his body, and now every step he made was white hot agony squeezing out the last of his energy. But he kept running. He had to. The wolfen wasn’t too far away. Once it found his trail again, the boy knew his life was over.
He had been lucky yesterday, bagging three rabbits and a couple of moles. His knapsack had hung heavy on his back, but he had much too proud of his success to really notice the weight. And much too sure of himself to realize that the game was leaking blood in telltale droplets along the forest floor.
It was by pure luck that he had heard the wolfen’s approach as the animal stalked him. He had stopped to relieve himself against a tree. Buttoning himself up, Case had swung around to resume his tr
