*Lena*
I pushed my body forward with as much energy as I could muster, trying to get away quickly. But it seemed like the moon was weighing down on me directly, and the force of the incoming transformation slowed me down.
I was dizzy, I could barely think or see straight. Unsurprisingly, I heard the distinct sound of hurried footsteps closing in from behind. Risking a glance over my shoulder, I saw Eason running toward me at full speed.
“Lena,” he called, breathless. “Lena, stop.” He hasn’t been doing much running since his hand injury, and then there was his leg… I shook the thought aside and kept going. But it was no use. Eventually, his hand closed around my arm, spinning me to face him.
“What is going on with you?” he asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and resolve.
I stared back, speechless. “I…”