Desperate Run

by C.J. Riggs

breath but failing, due to the amount of pressure Draven is applying to his throat. “D-Draven,” I whisper, Sasha holding me, but I shrug from her hold and step toward him. Sliding my hand up to his shoulder, his head snaps to me, snatching my wrist in his free hand and my mouth immediately goes dry. He’s furious. His once grey eyes are now dilated so much, they’re black, void of any feeling or emotion except rage. “You have to let go,” I whisper again, “not of me but… of Ben. Please.” His heavy breathing doesn’t let up, his eyes narrowing slightly where he holds my wrist. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, cocking his head from side to side, the bones in his neck crack in unison. Looking down, he slowly lifts his boot from Ben’s throat and as soon as he does, Ben begins hysterically coughing. Bending down further, he grabs Ben by his hoodie, dragging him to the front door. The unusual whistle blowing from his mouth, and I watch as Shade walks up the steps with primal instinct. Head low to the ground, snarling, and baring his incredibly sharp teeth, his