The Wolf's Time

Running. That's all I seem to be doing. Running. From something that I have yet to face. I don't want to face it. So I keep running. If I stop now. I'm as good as dead. just like all my family. At least that is what I believe has had happened. Why else would they be chasing? No witnesses am I, right? I hear my stomach growl as I run through the pouring rain. Which I am grateful for. The rain will cover up tracks and make it harder for them to find me. The only problem is that I only have the clothes that I am wearing. just some shorts, a random T-shirt, and a very light jacket which did nothing to protect me from the piercing heartless wind that whips around me.