#Chapter 62 Never happened

Violet I bolted into the forest. Theodore’s answering snarl carried a hint of amusement, and then he was after me, his powerful strides eating up the distance between us. I ran faster, darting through the trees, weaving around trunks, and leaping over underbrush, my senses alive with the thrill of the chase. He got close, but what I didn’t have in his power, I was quicker. It was like I had never stopped shifting the way I still managed to maneuver around. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves felt sharper, clearer. I reveled in the pure, wild joy of running, of feeling the wind against my fur and the earth beneath my paws. The magic of the night was alive and dancing around us, waking the forest around us. Theodore wasn’t far behind, gaining on me with every breath. It was exhilarating. I felt the moment he leaped, aiming to tackle me. I ducked low, slipping through a tight cluster of trees and doubling back. I skidded to a stop on top of a cluster of rocks look