Doran’s POV

I could feel my airways constricting. I felt a warm liquid run down my face. I wiped it with the back of my hand while I held on tight to the coat of the wolf that was carrying me.

Blood. More blood…

“Fuck!”

I coughed and more blood poured out of me, soiling the coat of my wolf.

“Run…Faster!”

I gasped. I could feel my death creeping closer. I might not make it. My grip weakened and I tumbled off the wolf and rolled to the ground, my knees, elbows and shins being ...