Running, running, running… that’s what I remember doing before I found the door. A hunter had found the cave my pack was sheltering in and we’d had just enough warning to be able to escape. We all went in different directions, hoping that it would confuse the hunter enough that he wouldn’t come after any of us. I know he wasn’t behind me, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t chasing one of my pack mates, although I hoped he wasn’t. Especially when I nearly ran into a wall that I knew wouldn’t have been there if I was still on my world, but I wasn’t on my world, and I realised that quickly when I scented the air. I could smell something other. Something I had never smelt before and that was unusual. Knowing how everything smelt was a necessity, otherwise you might find yourself in danger.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.