d them with rapidly increasing speed, but just as he made a grab for her, she s

front of him to catch himself as he hit the floor, but his body paused, hovering in midair as the world around him changed dir

ling head over heels, he careened through the abyss, trying to catch his breath as the co

ugh the blackness. He panicked and his wolf howled, responding to the adrenalin flooding through him. Throwing his arms and legs straight out,

. His skin stretched and his muscles tore and healed as they grew into his new s

time to see the ground rushing up at him. He hit

ped back down into a defensive crouch and bared his dagger-like teeth in a snarl, prepared for anything. His

d decaying insects. Around him, all he saw were the ghostly silhouettes of evergreens.

supposed to do here?

question, a scrap of paper float

at. With one last cautious sniff at the air, he began to change back to his human form. He didn't make a sound, more in control of the process this time in spite of

urn to where you start

material hanging from the tree branches, while the rest lay strewn across the ground like the remnants of a plane crash. What was he suppose

ed to find a golden coin lying on the ground

to be fuckin

it, and then changed his mind. Leaning his head back,

h no sun. Brock stared at it some more, paced back and forth a few time

all about. Somehow, he had a feeling that he wo

to fall back towards him, he shouted, "Tails!" Catching the

e tree stared back

f camouflage cargo pants, a black tee shirt, thick-soled combat

anything else was going to fall, but apparently, this was all he

here to start searching for Heather, or how to find his way back here once he found her.

o anyone if he didn't cover the basics. So

nches to his right. Then he repeated the process on a tree on his left to mark the spot where he'd landed. The cra

: The sound of trickling water. Veering off to the right, he topped a sma

g for others who were doing the same thing. So he tied a strip of material to a branch to mark the spot where he'd veered from his trai

ing a small sip, he let it run over his tongue and then spit it out, waiting for any possible ill effects. After

ownstream until it started to get dark. He found a clump of trees that would provide some

hunt and fi

ack to his shelter, he hunkered down for the night with his meal. The temperature had dropped, and he debated turning back and putting his clothes

ind Heather. He'd been tromping through this God-forsaken place all day. All he'd seen were pine trees, fog, and the stre

really here, wherever the fuck "here" was. Or if she was the "girl" he was sup

to be some kind of powerful witch to pull off something like this, and Brock hated witches. They g

e before, but he didn't see how that could've happened. He shook his head, ruffling his fur.

his head on his pile of clothi