THE COLOR OF LOVE

ges of their leaves, slicing through his skin as he raced through them. The debris on the forest floor s

but still, he wouldn’t stop. He could feel his warm blood trickle over his toe from where he had stepped on a thistle ea

use runni

forest, taunting him. He squinted.

ithout slowing down to catch his breath. His instincts were still on high

ed into his ears, scarin

t a matter of time before I catc

now seemed to be a maze – a deathtrap. He heard a howl from a distance and

g straight for it. He should catch his breath, but the sound of his a

e tree he stopped dead in his

e tree and ran his hands over the bark of the tree – or what used to be its

ther’s favorite place in the forest. She had always broug

about him had gone quiet. He could scent them hidden in the bushes around the clearing at the fo

clenched teeth, listening to the sound

from among the bushes, watching

. Of everyone in the pack, he

hing his hand to reveal his long claws. He shut his blue eyes momentarily, opening them to reveal gold-brown eyes. Imme

ged from the fore

he never really wanted to stop me then” he teased, adjus

ng himself for another attack. One among the newcomers turned back into his human form

this” he sneered. “…alway

g his assailants’ every move. Now wasn’t

s painless as ever.” Jon Jonas, t

pearing to consider the offer for a split second, and th

ck

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to clamp shut in mid-air. In one sleek move, he swung over the wolf’s head and onto his back like a horse

punch at Troy’s neck, connecting just above his jawline. As Troy yelped away in pain, he stoo

in, wincing in pain a

like rabid dogs ready to pounce. They all launched the

nses as he dodged the legion of attacks from werewolves. His arms flaile

d behind him. All the wolves immediat

voice anywhere. He balled his fists and steadied his breath. Fa

was better looking than most. His long blond locks sat lazily on his shoulders, glimmering in the moonlight

you just let m

ghed. “Tell me, what kind o