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narrowing down to a single thread, the only one that's shining in my life of darkness and connecting me to any hope for a future. The blood inside my veins is coiling in ice despite my breath that's hitching in my throat and my body that's heating up.
As I run through the forest, there's that lonely, frightened thought in the back of my mind.
He wants to take everything that's left of me.
A wolf is meant to find their mate. A mate is like lungs and you can't stop yourself from breathing. The Moon doesn't want me to breathe; She has cursed me with a monster.
I glance back, noting his long strides have turned into a full-fledged run. Getting closer.
The sole reason for my head start has been his momentary shock, a rare show of emotion he has allowed me to witness, probably unaware of all those other times I've observed the display of his feelings. Then he has switched back to his bone-crushing, domineering attitude and ran after me.
To catch and claim his prize like a true Alpha. He doesn't care that I am broken, he doesn't mind that it was him who broke me. I am the other half of his soul and he has to have me. Regardless of the past.
Mate . The foul taste of Her mockery is spreading and poisoning my dreams, the ones I've thought I shed a long time ago.
I've known I wasn't supposed to find a mate but somewhere deep down I've hoped I'd settle down with some mateless wolf and flicker for as long as I was allowed to before I died littering in insanity. Just like my mom had, her coffin clicking shut over any illusions I'd still had as a stupid juvenile.
Love, after all, hasn't been enough to save her from the Moon's designed path for her. However, that same love has obviously never been in the Moon's plans for me.
For me there is fate.
I feel his breath on my neck, his hunger for me looming from behind like a tornado chasing in my footsteps.
I have displaced the game he'd usually hunt but this is more than a hunt. By some odd fickle whim of the Moon, I have become more than his prey, more than a toy to entertain his wicked need to hurt others, I have transformed into a lifeline for him... One he can't let go.
I try to keep the distance between us, pushing myself harder than I ever have, however, my agility is no match for his since he is the Alpha. Meant to be stronger than any other wolf in the pack. I'm nothing compared to him.
He follows my scent deeper into the forest canopy, listening to the twigs crackling under my feet for guidance like his nature dictates; always the hunter, never the prey.
The sound of his laughter rings through the morning quiet, telling me he's forgotten all that's wrong with us being mates and instead given himself to the thrill of the chase. The ground is soaked and turning slippery as I heave with effort towards the pack border, every obstacle on my way - a courtesy of last night's downpour.
He is close, getting closer. I can feel it in my bones. The pull to him is like a thick layer of fog I'm forced to push through as burning fatigue courses through my body.
"Wait, Scarlet. Stop. Don't run from me!" he shouts from close behind, a note of anger sneaking its way into his voice.
Commanding.
Unmasked terror clenching over my gut, my life is flickering before my eyes on replay. I push myself to the point of breaking, holding a tight grasp over the cord of my future as the burn in my muscles gives way to a throbbing ache.
I need to reach the border. Get out. Get away from him.
The task is as simple as they come, but then I feel myself slip. The space around me closes over my shell, claustrophobia battling with soul-wrecking fear. I'm trapped, my body changing instead of running towards my freedom.
I rise to my knees, dusting myself off. Angry tears of defeat nipping at my vision from the realization that nature has once again tricked me.
My bones twist until they break. My joints quiver. My body molds. Clothes rip apart. The panic intensifies. My flesh morphs over itself into a new
As I run through the forest, there's that lonely, frightened thought in the back of my mind.
He wants to take everything that's left of me.
A wolf is meant to find their mate. A mate is like lungs and you can't stop yourself from breathing. The Moon doesn't want me to breathe; She has cursed me with a monster.
I glance back, noting his long strides have turned into a full-fledged run. Getting closer.
The sole reason for my head start has been his momentary shock, a rare show of emotion he has allowed me to witness, probably unaware of all those other times I've observed the display of his feelings. Then he has switched back to his bone-crushing, domineering attitude and ran after me.
To catch and claim his prize like a true Alpha. He doesn't care that I am broken, he doesn't mind that it was him who broke me. I am the other half of his soul and he has to have me. Regardless of the past.
Mate . The foul taste of Her mockery is spreading and poisoning my dreams, the ones I've thought I shed a long time ago.
I've known I wasn't supposed to find a mate but somewhere deep down I've hoped I'd settle down with some mateless wolf and flicker for as long as I was allowed to before I died littering in insanity. Just like my mom had, her coffin clicking shut over any illusions I'd still had as a stupid juvenile.
Love, after all, hasn't been enough to save her from the Moon's designed path for her. However, that same love has obviously never been in the Moon's plans for me.
For me there is fate.
I feel his breath on my neck, his hunger for me looming from behind like a tornado chasing in my footsteps.
I have displaced the game he'd usually hunt but this is more than a hunt. By some odd fickle whim of the Moon, I have become more than his prey, more than a toy to entertain his wicked need to hurt others, I have transformed into a lifeline for him... One he can't let go.
I try to keep the distance between us, pushing myself harder than I ever have, however, my agility is no match for his since he is the Alpha. Meant to be stronger than any other wolf in the pack. I'm nothing compared to him.
He follows my scent deeper into the forest canopy, listening to the twigs crackling under my feet for guidance like his nature dictates; always the hunter, never the prey.
The sound of his laughter rings through the morning quiet, telling me he's forgotten all that's wrong with us being mates and instead given himself to the thrill of the chase. The ground is soaked and turning slippery as I heave with effort towards the pack border, every obstacle on my way - a courtesy of last night's downpour.
He is close, getting closer. I can feel it in my bones. The pull to him is like a thick layer of fog I'm forced to push through as burning fatigue courses through my body.
"Wait, Scarlet. Stop. Don't run from me!" he shouts from close behind, a note of anger sneaking its way into his voice.
Commanding.
Unmasked terror clenching over my gut, my life is flickering before my eyes on replay. I push myself to the point of breaking, holding a tight grasp over the cord of my future as the burn in my muscles gives way to a throbbing ache.
I need to reach the border. Get out. Get away from him.
The task is as simple as they come, but then I feel myself slip. The space around me closes over my shell, claustrophobia battling with soul-wrecking fear. I'm trapped, my body changing instead of running towards my freedom.
I rise to my knees, dusting myself off. Angry tears of defeat nipping at my vision from the realization that nature has once again tricked me.
My bones twist until they break. My joints quiver. My body molds. Clothes rip apart. The panic intensifies. My flesh morphs over itself into a new
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