Running.

Never had I expected to run for my life–-hunted by a wolf that was sworn to protect me.

My feet moved swiftly across the ground, and as I ran, I knew he was gaining on me. The thought of his breath across my cheek the first time we had met caused my heart to race, and I kept my feet going no matter how much I wanted to stop.

I was prey running for its freedom, and the wolf behind me was hungry.

Oh God, was he ...