I want to burst out in tears as I finally see the car’s taillights. I'm overreacting, he is fine. He is safe, I'm just paranoid. Over and over, I tell myself, but the feeling stays. So, I keep on following Logan. Making sure I keep my distance so that he does not get the impression that he is being followed.
The dreadful feeling starts to grow stronger and more intense to the point where I feel like I'm going to be physically sick. I swallow hard at the feeling, keeping my eyes on Logan’s car. And then it happens.
In horror I watch numerous wolves burst out of the woods from both sides of the road. All of them in one direction – towards Logan. A couple of wolves run in front of the car and Logan swerves as he tries to avoid hitting them. Like in a bad movie, I watch his vehicle go off th
