SUMMER
The woods were dark.
I was running. Barefoot, dress catching on branches, the cold air burning my lungs — the same woods, the same dark, the same desperate flight from homecoming night except this time I was faster and it didn't matter because he was faster still.
"Summer!" Finn's voice, behind me, close. "You can't run from me forever!"
I ran anyway. Through the trees, through the dark, through the branches that whipped at my arms and the roots that caught my feet, and then the clearing opened up and I stopped because they were there.
Three wolves. Black, Gray, White. Standing between the trees like a wall, like a promise.
Finn stopped behind me. I could hear his breathing, heavy and ragged, and then the sound of it shifting — the drunk anger curling into something uglier, me
