Joshua could feel a prickle at the base of his neck, but he didn't realize that it was a spell. He thought it was simply the thrill of being chased. Sprinting as fast as he could, he darted into deep brush, pushing through it with little regard for any little cuts he was getting from the branches scraping against his arms. Instinct told him how to move quietly and if he hadn't been glowing blue, he would have disappeared easily into the woods.
He was trying to get far enough ahead to shift. The running made his wolf rise to the surface and he'd known full well that having Andrew chase him would push the shift along even faster. He was a clever boy, well versed in manipulating the situation to get what he wanted or needed. When he thought he had a good enough lead, he went skidding to the forest floor, letting it come, roll over him with a great burst of the kind of primitive magic that made a werewolf what it was.
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