Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Stroker Chase
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Lynn should have been afraid, not excited. She shouldn’t have known where to go, but she found herself leaping through the open paths, pushing away branches, and hurdling underneath dark passageways through the woods.
Everything around her was a blur, except for the full moon above. It guided her path like a good friend always watching her back.
Her back…she just remembered the beast on her heels. She was lost in the high from running. She forgot why she was running in the first place.
It snarled. Branches snapped too close for comfort. Lynn leapt over a tiny stream and landed on the other side, scrambling up a hill. Where did she find the strength? How open was it? Could she run forever without feeling tired, without ever losing the pounding of adrenaline?
She wished. She wished it could last forever. Just as she was about to tear into another path, the beast howled, and a great mass of fur barreled past.
It snatched her ankle, dropping her to the cool ground. Lynn tumbled, landing and spinning off her shoulder. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt, but it did wake her fear.
The beast raised in front of her. Its eyes glowed like two golden suns. She darted back on her hands and knees.
That’s when she realized she was naked. Completely exposed, she shoved her thighs together.
How on Earth did she get there? How did she end up at the beast’s mercy?
Her thighs quivered. The beast stalked her. Its strength was overwhelming, and Lynn felt herself succumbing. The chase had just been a game.