One moment, I’m frozen in place. The next, I’m running for the house. There’s a part of my brain that knows I’ll never outrun a wolf, but the rest doesn’t seem to care. All I know is that I have to get away from the nightmare behind me. Now.
I’m running faster than I’ve ever run. The house was only a short walk away, but it might as well have been ten miles. My pounding panicking heart beats faster and my legs pump harder as the fear spikes a rush of adrenaline.
I’m halfway there when something grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. A scream erupts from my mouth, and I turn and swing my fist. I expect to hit a snout of fur and teeth, but my hand connects with a face.
Adrian lets out a grunt, though he still hangs on to my arm. That’s when I realize that the sharp pain of claws I was ex
