Chapter 8Ashleigh and Ezra ran until Ashleigh’s lungs ached. She had no idea how he could keep going like this and not even break a sweat. The clouds parted in the darkening blue sky, and revealed the setting sun. Nine P.M. was another hour away, but the changes that came with sunset were already occurring. The sweltering heat of July was no longer an issue; insects and small forest creatures sounded from the tall grasses; and Ezra, too, was changing more rapidly than before. Everything from his facial hair, to his ever-expanding muscles, and his all-too husky voice were becoming more and more animal-like. The energy that had swirled between them in the holding cell was now completely primal, completely devoid of language in which to articulate it.
So Ashleigh just ran. She did her best t
