Chapter 2

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"Why are you running away from home?" Asked the policewoman. Scarlett stayed silent. She didn't want to talk about The Workshop. Especially not with a stranger. That wound was still fresh. And bone deep.

"Scarlett. It's ok. This is a safe place. You can tell me. Were your parents abusive?" Peggy almost gave up hope, before Scarlett spoke.

"I need to go to the bathroom." Peggy told her where it was and let her go to show she trusted her. Scarlett picked up her bag and left the room.

2 lefts and a right later, and Scarlett was in the ladies bathroom. She looked in the first stall, no. The second, no. The third, bingo. An air duct. Scarlett pulled out one of her few possessions from her bag, which happened to be a Swiss Army Knife. She used it to unscrew the air duct cover, climbed up onto the toilet and crawled through the small space. After a couple of minutes of crawling, she made it to another cover and kicked it open. She was outside. She said a silent apology to Peggy the policewoman and ran away from the airport.

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Humans struggle to run a huge amount of distance quickly. They tire out after 2 miles. But a wolf can run for 50 miles without breaking a sweat. So that's what Scarlett Wolf did. She ran for 2 miles as a human, and then, when she was certain she was alone, she started to morph. She went from running on 2 legs to running on 4. Her pupils constricted, allowing her to focus on where she was going. Her ears shot in every direction, determining where any noise was coming from and if she should run towards or away from it. There was a snow-white wolf running full pelt through a forest in England and away from the airport.

Her backpack morphed with her, along with her clothes. The only thing that didn't morph was the necklace. The galaxy stone necklace that her parents gave her. It allowed her clothes and accessories to morph into pelage with her, and it also allowed her to morph whenever she wanted, as well as the constricted times when she couldn't control it.

The full moon for example.

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