23 The Dead are Gone

The misty clouds bellowed over the dark forest, trapping me. It just rained, perfect to hide my scent and not leave a trail.

I huffed, going deeper into the forest. I shifted into my wolf to go faster and trained my legs to maintain endurance and last a long time.

Long enough to get away from them.

I don't even know where I'm going.

I don't care as long as it's away from the two of them.

I looked behind me and sighed in relief when I saw that they were not following me.

Good.

I kept on running and running, yet the forest seemed endless. I feel like a mouse caught in a trap. A hamster stuck in running a wheel and ending up nowhere.

I looked in front and instantly stopped at the two figures waiting for me.

Damn it. They caught up.

The fog hid their faces, yet I could hear their voices.

I looked to the right to see a cliff. I gulped. The cliff or back to the twin alphas?

"You can't run away from us forever, Arya." said a voice against the fog.

"I won't ever belong to alphas