Rhea
The cold and sharp wind slaps against my face as Adrian’s wolf form runs speedily through the dark, dangerous woods.
The trees are nothing but tall, dark blurry images in my eyes. I can’t even see anything much apart from the moon that is hidden behind thick clouds. The wolf is impossibly fast. So fast that my stomach keeps tumbling when he jumps over a branch or swerves to a different direction.
I have no choice but to grab onto his fur with everything I have, my fingers buried deep in the thick, black coat. Every time he leaps or adjusts his pace, I can feel his massive muscles spasm and ripple beneath me. He is so terrifyingly strong, a beast made for killing, but strangely, I don't feel afraid. Instead, I feel an excitement that makes my blood sing.
I try to keep my composur
