I was clumsy, and far too slow. There was no way I’d outrun him. My hooves kept stumbling over stupid limbs and rocks. I never fell, by some miracle of instincts, but the wolf was hot on my trail.
Dodging between trees, I finally got a rhythm going and picked up a little bit of speed, but the wolf stayed right behind me, no matter what direction I went, or how hard I tried to add speed to my flight.
Any second, he’d be nipping at my ankles. I screamed in frustration, but it came out like a trumpet, not at all what I would’ve expected my shifted form to sound like. Either way, the sound radiated across the forest. I even noticed birds taking flight.
Instead of biting at my legs, the wolf pulled up beside me. My fear skyrocketed. He was going for my neck. I bleated out my fears again and
