Danielle sprinted through the trees faster, feeling the strength of her wolf surfing through her. Her muscles moved with precision, her paws barely making a sound. She felt the thrill of speed, the release of her instincts. She almost felt joyfully free. Was this what being a werewolf was supposed to feel like?
Then she heard the sounds of paws behind her. Three of them? No, four, she realized, hearing the distinct patterns of their run. She could smell them too. The guards and Seth. But somehow she could tell Seth wasn't pushing himself as hard as the others to catch her.
She instinctively shifted direction, almost doubling back, before changing direction again and heading east. It felt strange, letting her wolf guide her pathway, but somehow right. She felt more in sync with her wolf a
