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"Run," I told myself. If I didn't they would rip me to shreds just like my parents.
"Breathe," I told myself. My tiny lungs felt like they were about t...
My motions were anything but silent as I crashed through the undergrowth. I had always been short, but never this close to the ground.
The briers didn't hurt as bad, because my orange fur wasn't snagged by them. But, I still halted in the middle of a dense thicket. Lucas padded around the outside, sniffing. They had lost me. My breaths came quietly as I tried not to make a sound in this strange new form.
I shrunk lower and lower into the dense thorns, but it didn't help me any. As soon as they caught my scent, I was a goner. A low growl erupted from the left side of the thicket; they picked up my trail.
A quaking sound forced its way out of me. I almost sounded like a raccoon.
I assumed I was going to die the moment he uttered that damned word. Partly because I couldn't shift, so how was I supposed to fight in my "original" form, and partly because Lucas was one of the strongest fighters in the pack.
But, after I miraculously shifted, I KNEW I was dead for. A fox. I was a freaking fox. I had so many questions to ask my mother, and so many things I wished I could've said to Anna.
Once I took in my new form, I looked to the king to see if he knew, but he looked just as surprised as me. That is, until his face went dark and he shifted into a massive dark colored wolf with white patches; snarling and barely able to restrain himself from pouncing on me.
Lucas' eyes lit up with a sort of delight when he saw my puny figure. He stretched his lips across his sharp teeth in an attempt of a wolf grin. His tail flicked impatiently back and forth as he waited for an elder to announce the start of the fight.
