We ran. As soon as Ethan saw the determination in my eyes, he shifted to his wolf form and disappeared into the woods. I wasted no time and followed. Ethan's wolf was a huge black beast, almost as big as Ronan's. The black color suited Ethan well. But it wasn't the time to admire him. We had to concentrate on our escape. So we ran as fast as we could, avoiding clearings, crossing streams and creeks to mask our scents. With each passing second, I was ready to hear Ronan's men running behind us. After an hour, we reached the road and Ethan stopped. There was a man, standing near a car. My first thought was that we were caught. But as the strange man came closer to us, carrying some clothes in his arms, I understood that he was one of Ethan's men. Ethan shifted back, quickly dressed up,

