Stafettskrivning
Mark felt it coming, like a nausea wave fall upon him. Suddenly he was standing on his four paws; it was just instincts left in his body, nothing from the boy Mark, now he was the scary black wolf whose face was running on the television news. He ran into the forest with just one need, one need, to find her. He just ran.
Mark’s POV.
My eyes flickered and the trees above me became clear in my vision. I felt a pang of pain in my back when I tried to rise from the humid ground. I found myself naked, nothing in sight to cover my mandom up. Where am I? I walked around and a wage memory tingled my mind, suddenly I heard horses come galloping in front of me, quickly I took cover in a bush nearby the path. When the wagon came forward I took a quick look at it and recognized Sir Walter’s house sigil on it. They live near my house, wonder if they are on their way home? Why such a rush? The feeling of disappointment rushed through my body and I didn’t know why. I started to walk after the carriage, the smell of sweat from the horses still hung in the air. I had no problem to find my way home. It was early morning and the sun was about to rise. I succeeded to climb into my room on the second floor, hopefully nobody heard it.
