We both ran to the location. It was far from where we were. Our footsteps hit the ground fast, branches snapping under our shoes as we pushed through the path. My lungs burned a little from the sudden sprint, but the screaming ahead kept pulling me forward.
The moment we got there, we spotted the same car Sasha drove earlier. The headlights were on, the beam cutting through the darkness. The engine was still humming softly.
We traced the light and saw her on the ground struggling to crawl away from someone.
Her hands clawed at the dirt as she dragged herself forward inch by inch.
She was crying and begging for her life.
Her voice broke between sobs.
The person she was begging for her life from was a tall blonde guy. He was wearing the school basketball jersey and jacket. The fabric stretched across his shoulders.
He looked bigger, but not as big as a hedge-wolf.
His claws and yellow eyes were out.
The glow from his eyes reflected in the car's headlights.
