Chapter 45 A Race

• The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting a silvery glow on the ground as I sprinted ahead, my paws barely touching the earth. The thrill of the run coursed through my veins, creating a sense of freedom and exhilaration that was unmatched. Behind me, I could hear Ashton’s powerful strides as he chased after me, his presence a constant but distant reminder of the game we were playing.
• I pushed myself harder, weaving through the trees with ease. Speed had always been my greatest strength, and tonight, I had to show Ashton just how quick I could be. The sounds of the forest—rustling leaves, chirping crickets, the occasional hoot of an owl. Each sound fueled my determination, pushing me to go faster and faster.
• I could sense Ashton struggling to catch up, his growls of frustration mingling with the night air. Despite his strength and agility, my speed gave me the upper hand. I glanced back briefly, catching a glimpse of his dark form in the shadows. His eyes focused intently on me. I smiled.