The plan was a go.
I took a step back.
Connor’s wolf snarled through him.
Guess the beast wasn’t as comfortable as the man.
Granted, that could be my fault, considering what I was about to do.
With a soft breath out and a bite down on the inside of my cheek to fight the panic making my heart pound, I spun around.
And I sprinted into the forest as fast as I possibly could.
I nearly tripped as I flew through a few bushes, ignoring the burn of what had to be cuts on my legs. The fabric of my leggings was too thin to protect me from nature.
The wolf had to be catching me.
I pushed myself harder.
My heart beat wildly.
A few minutes passed.
Then a few more.
I jerked my head to look over my shoulder, and nearly screamed when I saw the wolf literally at my heels.
He no longer looked pissed.
Now he looked like he was just… following me.
What the hell?
My right foot collided with a massive rock, and I screamed in pain as I went down.
Hard.
A massive, thorny bush tore my skin as I fell into it face first. My cheeks burned with cuts, the pain in my right leg so fierce that my eyes stung and breathing grew even harder. Thinking straight wasn’t happening. My eyes were leaking badly.
Something was definitely broken.
Maybe a few somethings.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
I couldn’t remember exactly whatwaspart of the plan, at the moment. But breaking myself definitely wasn’t part of it.
Connor’s wolf whined, shoving his head into the bush with me so our eyes met.
“You were supposed to bite me when I ran from you,” I moaned through the pain.
My face was definitely bleeding too.
The wolf looked confused.
I shouldn’t have acknowledged the plan aloud.
The wolf licked the wounds on my face gently. My tears, too.
