My legs moved faster than any human could, fueled by my werewolf nature, but even so, the fear that gripped me made each step feel like I was wading through molasses.
I screamed into the evening, a desperate, ragged cry that was swallowed by the vastness of the field. "Kayla! Kayla, please!" My voice cracked with panic, but the wolf showed no sign of recognition. The sound of her paws pounding against the earth grew louder, echoing through the quiet night. Occasionally, I glanced over my shoulder, seeing her jaws snap shut in a menacing display, her growls reverberating through the still air.
The field stretched endlessly, the thick grass whipping at my legs. I was gaining speed, but so was the terror, and I could feel my stamina waning. I was obviously pregnant, so there was a notable d
