The ground trembled beneath me and I knew they were on their way. It was dark as night fell hours ago, with the crescent moon shining overhead. The streets were barren as the houses. Everyone was at the pack meeting, except for me. I was on the run and by now the alert was sent. If running meant death and staying meant death, than I'd rather run and die. My human legs could never outlast their canine capabilities, so for the first time in two years I shifted. As I leapt in the air the change was done before my hind legs hit the ground. I took a deep breath and opened my new orange eyes, then with all my strength I bolted.