Chapter 9

Amelia

As I sprint through the forest, my ears pick up on the rhythmic sound of footsteps following closely behind me. Panic sets in shit—they must have seen through my ruse. My pace quickens, though I’m certain I’m already pushing myself to the limits of my speed. The sounds of pursuit draw nearer, accompanied by an unsettling scent permeating the air—the unmistakable aroma of Lycans. No, they can’t catch me.

I decide to take a risk, recognizing it as my only hope at this moment. I come to a quick stop, reaching for my shirt to take it off. Shifting requires undressing first; I don’t have spare clothes to change into once I shift back, and I’d ruin this one if I shift without removing them first.

The footsteps grow louder, and the urgency intensifies. The forest around me seems to hold its breath.

Just at that moment, a thud echoes behind me, signaling someone’s abrupt landing. The rich scent of rainforest envelops me, and my eyes widen in fear.