Vladimir Randall
I kept running.
The full moon illuminated the forest, providing a faint light that allowed me to navigate my way through the darkness. I ran with reckless abandon, relishing the feeling of the night wind rustling through my fur as I raced past trees and underbrush. Every scent in the air was like an old friend, reminding me of better times spent in these very woods with my packmates. But those memories were quickly forgotten as the memory of Helen's frightened face burned into my brain.
My heart pounded against my chest as if it wanted to break free from its cage and run alongside me. Each beat echoed like a drumbeat in my ears, counting down to an unknown destination only solvable by fate. Still, I kept running.
A branch snapped beneath my paw and I stumbled forwar
