Chapter 3 A Furry Werewolf

• The wolf caught me in less than three seconds, but he didn't tackle me or anything. He simply ran beside me.
• It was so dark that I had a hard time staying on the road. But the sides of the road were sort of raised, so as long as I stuck to one of the raised edges, I knew I could make it.
• I didn't stop. It was dark, so I could barely see a thing. My lungs burned, sweat poured off me, and I panted like I was the wild animal instead of him as we ran.
• The wolf was nearly silent, remaining steadily beside me even as my jogging slowed to walking. My legs shook like Jell-O as I wheezed, trying hard to keep going.
• When I couldn't go any further, I plopped my hands onto my knees and bent over, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. I was only wearing a sandwich shop t-shirt and a pair of high-waisted cotton shorts with my Converse, so I wasn't exactly dressed for exercise.
• "Damn...you...wolf..." I wheezed.
• He licked the back of my knee.
• I let out a truly hideous screech, kicking and flailing at him. He easily sidestepped my half-hearted attempts to wound him, so I turned to threats instead. "Don't lick me if you want to survive.”
• I paused, gulping down air.
• When I could breathe, I added, "I am not one of those people who touches every dog they see. Your germs are not welcome on this body." I gestured to all of me.
• He gave a pathetic whine.
• "I don't care what you think I am to you, werewolf. I know you were Veggie Guy, and I am not amused by any of this. I'm going home." I wiggled my finger at him like a crazy person. "So just sit there while I catch my breath, or go back to wherever the hell you and the rest of your not-football team came from."
• The wolf snorted, but he sat.
• I bent back over, hands on my knees once again. I was still traveling alongside the dirt road, and though it felt like I’d been running forever, I would’ve walked for an entire week if it meant getting away from the werewolves and back to my dorm.
• But it wasn’t going to take an entire week. The paved road couldn't have been much further.
• "Alright, Tea. You've got this. Just a little further, and you're home free," I lied to myself as I started jogging down the road again. The wolf made a weird sound, and I glanced at him. "What are you laughing at?"
• He didn't answer.
• Because he was a wolf.
• Although, cartoon-style talking animals wouldn't be that crazy compared to what I'd just discovered existed.
• "You are truly infuriating," I told him, shaking my head as I kept running. "I'm not going to be what you want. Your mate or whatever. That's not me. I've got dreams, goals, and plans. I'm not going to be the housewife who sits at home and pops out a baby every year. I have school, and I have stuff to do, and things to accomplish. So just walk away. Go home." My voice raised as my rant continued.
• The wolf ignored my lecture, his gaze on the forest in front of me.
• I huffed but kept running. It wasn't like I had another option. The kidnappers and their van were way behind me, and probably heading in the opposite direction. After all, I was going back to my college town, and they'd been driving down the dirt road toward wherever they'd planned to take me.
• Though it was suspicious that they hadn’t come after me.
• Were they just going to leave me with the wolf?
• According to them, he was hunting me. And that was terrifying.
• But shouldn't hunting be more violent than just running with me and refusing to leave?
• I didn't know. And without the rest of the kidnappers, I had no one to ask.
• Glancing at the wolf, it occurred to me that he hadn't had anything to do with the abduction. I mean, he'd been there, but he wasn't one of the guys who grabbed me. Jesse had started going wolf after meeting me, and the other guys grabbed us both.
• He had been with them, though. So he wasn't innocent, and I couldn't trust him.
• Especially while he was furry.
• A furry werewolf.
• Dammit, that was a lot to wrap my head around.
• I wheezed at him as we jogged (well, as I jogged and he trotted), "You should choose someone else to be your mate. You and your kidnapper buddies are not my kind of guy, and I'm far from the easy, party-loving, sorority girl that guys like you are into."
• My honey-blonde ponytail swayed behind me, reminding me why people sometimes assumed I was something other than the book-smart nerd I was.
• The wolf ignored me again.
• Tired of being ignored, I shut my mouth and just kept on running. I was slow, but still moving.
• It felt like an eternity later when I heard a car's engine behind me.
• Cursing, I practically threw myself into a bush off to the side of the dirt road. Branches cut me and scratched me, but if it was Jesse's friends, I couldn't afford to get caught.
• Jesse or the wolf that had once been Jesse crouched beside me, his body hidden by the bush even though he wasn't inside the damn thing like I was.
• Sure enough, the kidnapper's van passed us. They didn't even slow down.
• When they were gone, the forest seemed even darker than it had before.
• "I'm going to die out here," I mumbled to myself, as I slowly extricated my body from the bush. The wolf was licking me again, running his tongue over my cuts and scrapes. "Stop it, dammit. I don't know you." I shoved at his face.
• He growled.
• "Go find your wolfy friends and leave me to escape on my own." I tried to shoo him away. He barely budged. "Damn you." I sighed, then started walking down the dirt road.
• I walked and walked, and walked. By the time the sun was rising, I was still walking.
• When I finally saw a flicker of light ahead of me, I let out a whoop of excitement and picked up my pace.
• Abduction averted.
• It wasn't until I reached the edge of town that I realized I'd celebrated too soon.