Chapter 3: Trust

My mind went to all the bad places as I waited for James to return. Would he bring more shifters with him? Would they hurt me or even capture me? Were they hired by my family? I should probably leave before it's too late. I tried to push myself up only for my injured leg to give out and send me falling to the ground. I pushed up again with more determination and fought the pain. I wouldn't be able to get far and he or they could easily chase me down. I saw some more brush about fifteen feet away and an idea formed in my mind. I would move my position and see if James could be trusted. I wanted to believe him but I couldn't yet. Trust is earned. I could only hope my idea would work.

I rubbed my body against the brush I was already in, leaving my scent. I limped over to some dirt and mud and rolled in it. I covered my body completely. I was hoping the mud would cover my scent as much as possible. If James brought more people to take me I may have a small chance of staying hidden. I headed to the new brush and positioned myself underneath of it. I faced towards the area James and Eric had come from previously waiting nervously.