Hector

The first time my heart had beat off sync was years ago when my father had backhanded me hard across the face.

We’d been camping out between the mountain land trees for a good minute when the white fur of a rabbit scuttled past and I caught a whiff of its earthy scent.

“There's your cue boy, Go!” He thundered, the massive jaws of his wolf had already begun to water a little on the sides and I took off my hind legs connecting with the bramble-covered rocks like there was lightning at my heels.

I could hear the earth moving behind me as I wound through crooked trees...