AMELIA
I managed to run into the woods and stopped to wipe my sweaty forehead. Fortunately, he didn’t run after me. He probably lost interest in me, which was a good sign. I should really start to use a filter between my brain and mouth. Werewolves were known for their short temper and this one must have been a ranked one as he tried to scare me with the “do you know who I am” crap.
I took a lungful of fresh air and stretched my muscles. I was proud of how fast I could run. Apparently, he noticed it as well and therefore decided to leave me be. The trail of my thoughts was cut by the cracking of old wood. I sharpened my ears and tried to catch any strange noises. Hmm, nothing special. I did a few jump jacks and prepared to continue with my running when, out of nowhere, something huge gra
