I drop, even as a bullet flies above me. I scramble away from the car. I hear its door open. I can’t evade this encounter as a human. I need to be a wolf.
I’ve not tried shifting with clothes on. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I have to try.
My shirt is ripped to tatters by my expanding body, and my pants don’t fare much better. I shake their torn remains off myself within a few strides, and I run into the woods, leaving my phone, suitcase, and wallet behind.
What the h*ll is he doing out here? How did he know I was leaving? Only Maggie should have known that. Is she in on this? Did she sell me out to him? No, that doesn’t make sense. If she wanted me dead, she would have killed me in her hut. Even Nick seemed to think she’d have no trouble winning a fight with me. He must have just followed her car.
As I dash into the woods, I try to take a path that will get trees between me and the killer as quickly as possible.
BANG!