I could barely see the passing trees evading me. It was slowly getting dark, and the forest no longer seemed as clear as before. My crossbow swayed on my back and a few sharp daggers were removed from my waist. I didn't dare look back. I knew what I was up against. There was an angry growl in the distance, accompanied by the rhythmic crackling of fallen needles. A trickle of sweat ran down my forehead, and I felt as if my feet were about to ignite in unquenchable heat at any moment. I wanted to roar out of pure exhaustion so the tree trunks would crack in two. But I could do nothing but run, because my pursuers didn't stop either. They ran after me. They were chasing me. And I was their prey. *the credit of original Teen Wolf characters goes to Jeff Davis.
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