Zooming through the streets of Greece, I eventually realized that there was no point in following them. I knew where they were going- Volterra. As soon as I made this realization, I parked the car hurriedly and got out. Sprinting to the nearest gathering of trees, I quickly bent down and tied my shorts around the leather strap around my ankle. My shirt had fallen off somewhere in Athens. I transformed and was running before my front legs hit the ground. Maybe I would get there first and surprise them.
The rough ground under my paws slowly began to change into softer, more silt-like soil. The trees slowly began to thin, until I was running across deserts, my paws making rough indentations in the sandy ground. I knew that humans would see me, but I didn't really care. To them, I was just a large wolf, and nothing mythical. I barely took account of these thoughts as they raced through my head. My body began to work mechanically, and soon the motions of moving my legs became as natural as breathing and blinking. I didn't need to remind myself to keep running. Unfortunately, this gave my mind room to wander, and unanswerable questions plagued me. How was I supposed to take on the entire coven? What were they going to do to Nessie? Would I make it in time?
I shook my head roughly and kept running. Too soon, the shadows around me lengthened, and night followed soon after. Nocturnal animals emerged around me, curious about the speeding stranger. I urged myself on, unsurprised when I realized that I wasn't tired a bit. Back when I had believed my Nessie a vicious and cruel monster, I had gone days without growing sleepy. My eyes did not droop. They stared in front of me, wide open and scared. I found that I couldn't close them. The wind whipped against them, making them water, and still they remained wide and unblinking.
I realized that it would be better if I had some energy in me, and knew that I had no chance at all of saving my wife unless I had something to eat. However, I had no time to spare for proper hunting. Still running in the direction of Croatia, where I knew I would have to stop and swim, I snagged the first thing my teeth found: a large and seemingly stupid squirrel. I swallowed it whole, forcing it down my throat as quickly as I could. I didn't even taste it. After my meal, if it could be called that, I ran faster than I had before. I knew that I was going faster than the Corvette, but I was unsure if they had gotten out and run by now. Another thing that I could hardly bear to think of was the fact that the two leeches may have killed her without bothering to bring her to the others. However, something told me they wouldn't do that. The head parasite probably wanted to "study" her. My stomach flipped at the mental image of Renesmee being prodded and poked by him while she stood there, helpless. But she wouldn't be. I told myself this, and it propelled me forward. I was going to save her. I would make it.