I was running.
The night was cold, and the only sounds were my footsteps pounding against the pavement and the gasps of my breath. The streets were empty as I ran. My only hope was the forest ahead. If I could make it to the creek, I could mask my scent.
Twenty seconds had passed. Ten more to go.
The forest was close. I could make it if I shifted; however, my wolf was terrified of Nicholas.
I wasn't afraid. Not yet, at least.
I kept putting one foot in front of the other, knowing deep down my running was futile, but not wanting to give up. I couldn't let him win. Too much was at stake.
Come on, I can make it!
Just as I was rounding a corner, I slammed into something, or should I say — someone.
The impact knocked me back, and I fell on my butt.
I looked up cursing, and my heart fro
