As I started off again I was hoping my ploy would buy me a few more minutes from the dogs. A werewolf's nose was sharp and they may not even fall for my stunt, I just prayed they did.

Rounding a corner I looked up and the setting sun had cast the oddest shadow on the steep rock wall above me. It almost looked like something moved. I jumped off the road and just started running wildly into the forest.

Brambles reached out and grabbed me in the dense undergrowth. I was leaving a perfect trail and I knew it. Trying to get out of the thick growth I scrambled...