A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 1 (DONE)

It's funny the things that spring to mind when you're being chased by a big, hungry-looking wolf.

Jayla had always thought the mind went blank when thrown into life-threatening danger. At least, she'd thought that'd be her reaction. She'd been sure she'd freeze up; locked muscles and hollow head. Though, as dread went, failing an exam couldn't be compared to this. Angst over an F could be fixed by going home to cry and binge eat ice cream.

The wolf's panting breath stayed close. The noise brought on flashes of scrapes she'd luckily gotten out of. If they'd gone on longer or been worse, would she have managed to think beyond a litany of oh shit, oh no, oh shit then too?

Feet smattering against snow and asphalt Jayla ducked under the odd branch that grew over the path, lungs burning. One part of her focused on running, on the growling right behind her and her weakening legs. Another part noticed that the park she was fleeing for her life through was pretty nice. Unlike her crappy new apartment this would be a pleasant place to spend an afternoon, when summer hit, and the forest it bordered offered hiking paths. There were plenty of comfy-looking benches made for reading a book and enjoying a hot cup of coffee on.

Too bad she'd be dead before she could finish that library book she'd accidentally stolen. Karma?

Fangs snapped at her heels. Jayla dodged off the path and darted in among the trees. The wolf let out a promising yelp of pain. Drawing in a desperate breath she forced her shaking legs to run even faster. She weaved between the trees as randomly as her panicking brain knew how.

Outrunning a wolf. Yeah, this was totally going to work.

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