‘Why did I run’ Dustin asked himself as he moved through the trees like a shadow. As a werewolf, moving through the forest should be easy, but it was agonizingly slow compared to what he was used to. But that’s what happens when you’ve got two crossbow bolts sticking out of your back. It wasn’t helping that they were coated with wolfsbane. He wasn''''t sure how long he’d been running, but now he was sure that his pack was dead. He could remember he’s Alpha telling him to run, but he could help but feel like he should have stayed. Maybe he could have helped. ‘No’ he thought to himself ‘don’t go down that road.’