Chapter Two
Run! Run! You're faster than they are!
I could here the werewolves behind me, howling as they chased after me. My feet stung as they hit the sharp rock and tingled as they thrashed poison ivy. My lungs were aching for air so I gulped some down but it didn't help. I kept running for miles, not stopping once. By now my feet were all bloody and bruised. I looked up and I saw Dad's brown and white wings with black freckles. He was airborne. I just needed a clearing or something for him to get me.
As if my Fairy Godmother or my Guardian Angel heard me, I saw a little clearing through the thick trees.
Yes! Yes!
No! Oh no!
I stopped running, my feet skidding across the pebbly earth. It wasn't a clearing. It was a cliff and I just managed not to go over the edge. I looked back to the forest and the werewolves emerged from the darkness. I looked up and Dad was hovering me. I cried out to him but he didn't swoop down and picked me up. No, instead he pointed his wings and flew away gracefully. Panicking, I looked back at the werewolves. They had started to surround me. I sighed then held my arms straight in line with my shoulders. Then I let my self fall backwards.
I heard the angry cries of a werewolf and then a bullet firing. A sharp pain hit my heart.
I opened my eyes to see a lab guy poking me with a stick. I was back in my cage. Next to me, Max let out a sigh of relief. The chase was just a dream.