Juna started panting. We had been running non stop at full speed for a long time. Wind cut through our fur, while trees flashed beside us from both sides. We never stopped once, and all of a sudden, there it was,
panic!
I stopped immediately.
Something is wrong!
I could feel Noah was hurting. Juna howled silently, unsure of what to do.
*Noah, what’s happening?* I linked at him, hoping he would be OK.
*They found out it was a trap, it’s all my fault, I am so sorry!* I turned around, thinking about running back and trying to help him.
*Go get help!* Noah linked at me, and after that, nothing. My breathing got uneven and hard.
Shit, Noah is in danger.
I need to help him!
My mind was in a battle of its own. Do I run back or run further away? I needed to know if he was OK, I
