Third Person’s POV
Screams.
They were loud, unbearable, and when Kai’s eyes snapped open, he recognized who was making the noises. Not close, no—not in the house he was lying in, not here.
He’d already shifted before he could shed his clothing and they were shredding by his form, tearing away as he forced his paws to bear his weight, his legs to keep him moving forward. His arm—he’d torn his arm up and it was sore but he could put weight on it now.
He could utilize it.
And he did as he tore through the house, straight through the kitchen, past the odd gaggle, the group he couldn’t focus on.
Not with that blaring noise in his mind, the loud screams forcing him forward.
Through the clearing—even as arrows rained down upon him, erupting as they hit the eart
