Run.
Although my heartbeat skitters in my chest, I turn to stone. My feet grow roots and I cannot move. I can only stare in horror, unblinking, at Blake.
The ghostly glow from the full moon reflects off his damp skin. He stalks toward me.
“Run.” His voice is different—low, and raspy.
The air is charged. It feels like lightning is about to strike.
And then he changes.
It only takes a few seconds, but every bone in his body breaks and shifts.
And what is left in his place. . .
Time stops.
He is as large as a wild bear. His fur is black, making him at one with the shadows. His eyes, amber, glow in the darkness. He bares his teeth and growls. Adrenaline surges through my body, cracking the stone and uprooting my feet.
Run, my brain screams.
Just as the beast leaps, I turn.
I bolt o
