In Love With A Rejected Mate

The night's calm was broken by a scream. The men were shrieking instructions at each other and the other women were yelling in terror, which I could hear. My hackles stood up in fear when I smelled burning oak trees wafting through the woodland. Most likely, the males were participating in one of their so-called "buzz parties." In the middle of nowhere, they build a large campfire and become quite intoxicated. I'm not any more relieved as a result. They would occasionally leave us alone, get so wasted that they would just pass out, come back the next day with terrible hangovers, and spend the entire day sleeping. Most of the time, they would circle and select one of us, beating us mercilessly; if you managed to live, you were lucky. I've already witnessed it once. They smelled strongly of beer and vomit. I felt queasy from the mere thought of it.Then I noticed the men sprinting through the trees while holding torches over a roaring fire. My snout burned from the gasoline odour that

My arms were trembling from strain and agony as I gently sat up. My muscles ached because I hadn't moved in a long. I removed the sticky pads from my chest and heard a muffled beeping coming from down the corridor. I pulled the IV out and made an effort to stand. Before falling and using the wall as support, I managed to take two steps. I was pleading with my leg and ribs to sit down.I limped to the door and twisted the lock on the knob while supporting myself on the wall with my right hand and my left arm.Two sets of footsteps that were coming my way were audible. A male and a female, one was hefty and the other light. I swiftly turned around out of panic. I let go of the wall with my hand and fell over on my leg. I attempted to balance myself on my other leg, but it was unable to support the full weight, and I collapsed to the ground.The two sets of footfall grew louder, indicating a closer distance. I stood up shakily and limped back to the bed. I seized the necessary IV, ripped

POV of JenniferI traversed the new landscape as I ran. The luscious blood of the tiny deer I gorged on still tasted in my mouth. I leapt over the downed cedar tree and began to walk along the tiny creek that took me back to the pack shack. It was peculiar. I've always been subject to other people's orders and have never experienced true independence. Terr let me behave however I wanted. I didn't trust him anymore. He is the only person to whom I have spoken outside the one question I asked him in the hospital. After a few days of healing, I spent my time scouting the pack's area and doing my best to stay away from everyone.Avoiding everyone, though, was exceedingly challenging. In the pack home, where my chamber was located, the pack appeared to like hanging out and gossiping. It was challenging to enter and exit my room covertly. I was uneasy in this place. I felt as though everyone was staring at me, so I stood up. I had no place here.When I saw the pack house, I hurried straight

POV of Jennifer When I heard the purr of a car approaching from a distance of a few kilometers, I realized I had to begin traveling back. By listening to the noises the car was making, you could almost hear how pricey it was. He was the fabled Alpha that everyone was talking about, so I knew it had to be him. No one would need to return to this region because there was nothing nearby for miles. I would know because I've been foraging and attempting to memorize the area for the past week.I turned my head to the west, where the car was approaching from. The distant Talk Mountains almost seemed to be tempting me to sprint over to them. I only had to move quickly. I could get away from the Alpha's rule and the pack. There was nobody nearby or in the area to stop me. I only needed to be more careful the following time to avoid getting caught in order for me to be free.Not me. I could have, but I didn't. I turned around and went back the other way, east. Running would have been a gesture