I ran deep into the bush, the two wolves hot on my trail.
I increased my pace and ran deeper. The plan was to lose one of the wolves and face them one at a time.
Since, according to Arthur, some werewolves were weaker than some, if I ran fast I would be able to lose one of them.
I ran and ran faster, making sure I ran behind the trees and not in the clear open path.
I felt it when the grey wolf was left running far behind. She was small, so there was no doubt I would lose her first.
The black wolf was almost catching up when I increased my pace and lost sight of him.
I reached a large oak tree and, without stopping, I took a sharp turn to the right and turned back.
If he followed my scent, he would stop in front of the tree, get confused (even if it was just for a second I was coun
