#Chapter 70: The Chase

Nina The giant black wolf with glowing orange eyes stepped out from the shadows, baring its pointed white teeth. It was the same wolf that nearly killed that woman on the night of the fair. Enzo turned to face it, shielding me with his body as it slowly stalked toward us. I felt my heart leap into my throat as every fiber of my being screamed for me to run as fast as I could, but logically, I knew that it would catch me. It wanted me. Not Enzo. “Stay here,” Enzo murmured to me, stepping forward and approaching the werewolf. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew I couldn't just stand there and watch him fight alone. My eyes darted around, looking for some sort of weapon; a sharp stick, a large rock, anything. Then, I watched in awe as Enzo shifted into his wolf form. It happened so quickly, nothing like the movies; instead of twisting limbs and crunching bones, he went from human to snarling wolf in the blink of an eye. It was just like my dream.