Branches scratched my hide and stones bruised my paws but I dare not stop running. The pounding of paws behind me was getting louder and closer. My breathing was becoming more ragged but I kept on running.
I found Buck's scent trail and followed it knowing it would lead me back to him. His scent was getting stronger and hope was starting to seep in that I might actually make it. The wolves were closing in, I could hear them panting behind me. Surely they would give up soon. It would be suicide to chase the packs Queen straight into the middle of a populated werecat community.
One of the wolves was gaining on me, nipping at my heels with his teeth. Any minute now and would kiss the dirt, tripped up and caught again.
As the panic rose in my throat I was comforted by Buck's scent. It was
