Chapter Twelve

Everyone starts running.

I take a step forward but Sebastian grabs my arm. I look back at him but he just shakes his head.

"What are you doing?" I raise my eyebrows. "Everyone else is getting ahead!"

Sebastian takes two bags, puts one on each of his shoulders and leaves the bigger two on the ground.

"It's a Hunt, not a race," he says. "Pick those up and follow behind."

Sebastian starts for the furthest side of the forest. I huff and pick up one of the bags only to fall back on the ground.

"You might want to be careful," a deep voice drifts to my ears. "You don't have werewolf strength anymore."

What?!

"What do mean?" I say, barely able to keep up with him.

"When Kate locked your wolf, she locked a lot of other things too," Sebastian says, eyes on the map. "By that I mean any possible advantage of being a any possible advantage of being a werewolf."

"So we have nothing left?" I ask in horror. "No speed or strength or smell or anything?!"

"Of course I do," Sebastian says.

"What?" I fu