Rhiannon ran like she had never ran before. Sweat lathered her rump, right above a highly infected wound she had bequeathed from the wolf behind her. Her stomach was torn and scars were abundant all over her body. In some wounds, you could even see bones! All this pain and suffering she ignored. She knew she had to.

Behind her the starved omega ran with his long pink tongue hanging out. For year upon years, he was regarded as a lowlife weakling, but now! Oh, now he had the fawn in his grasp! Only one second second for her to fall, only one second for me to overtake. These words repeated in his thick wolven skull. Only one second second for her to fall, only one second for me to overtake.