Semua Bab Born Rogue: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Running through the woods is difficult when you are carrying something that keeps snagging on every tree branch. Every couple of steps, I find myself having to remove the branch that got caught on Clay's clothes. At the rate I’m going, I just might make it to camp by the time the battle ends in a couple of hours. After what feels like the umpteenth millionth time, I decide to walk closer to the edge of the forest, where the branches aren't as thick. The one reason that I stayed deep within the forest was so I could avoid running into any enemies. Now, I don't care if I run into a rogue. I just don't want to have to stop anymore. Dead branches snap and crackle under my feet and leaves rustle as I brush past, pushing my way to the edge of the tree line. With a quick glance around, I ensure that no one is paying attention to me. Seeing no one approaching and hearing no one shouting at me, I launch into a sprint. My feet fly across the ground. By leaving the woods behind, I have

With Tyler clinging to my back, I leap into the air. Wind rushes past as I soar over the wolves, searching. My feet thud as I land and my nose twitches. I jump to the left, still not finding the scent that I want. A couple more jumps and I finally find who I am searching for, Cole. He stands a couple of yards away from me, fighting some wolves. He, too, is wounded, but not as badly as Tyler. As I close the distance between us, Cole seems to notice my scent because he turns his head to stare at me. Seeing Cole distracted, one of the wolves tries to attack, but I catch it by a leg and toss it away. Enar, are you able to talk to Cole's wolf? I ask. Yes, what should I tell him? She replies. Please tell him to take Tyler back to the camp for medical attention. I will take care of everything here. Alright. As I wait for Enar's response, I throw away some more of the pesky wolves. They just don't know when to stop. Cole also swats away our opponents. We remain that w

I snuggle into Tyler's uninjured side, taking deep breaths. Remaining still, I allow his familiar scent to comfort me and the reality washes over me. I did it. We are together again and though he may have been injured, we are both alive. "Do you want to talk now or take a nap first?" Tyler asks me. I weigh both options. I could use a nap, but at the same time, I really need to tell Tyler what I learned about the mastermind. "We should talk first," I reply. "I have some important information to share with you." "Okay," Tyler agrees. "Please tell me the whole story, though. I want to know everything that happened." “I remember falling asleep next to you…,” I start. “... but the next time I woke up, I was in a dungeon cell. Then, Clay walked in. He claimed to be the mastermind behind the whole plan. He told me that he wanted me to bear his children-" "Did he touch you?!" Tyler growls, cutting me off. "He tried to. He started, but then you attacked thei

Tyler stands, and I follow suit. We walk out of the tent, the sound of chairs scraping the ground ringing in my ears. My hand is still firmly held by Tyler's. We say nothing as he pulls me through the maze of tents. We didn't see a single person during our trip to the tent, but we could hear numerous voices coming from further away in the maze of paths. The familiar sound of the flap follows us into the tent. I glance behind me, only to bump into Tyler when he stops halfway to the bed. "I'm glad you're back," he whispers, wrapping his arms around me. I wrap my arms around him in response and hug him tightly. "I am, too," I manage to say before a yawn renders me incapable of speech for a few moments. Tyler’s chest shakes slightly as he chuckles. "Are you tired?" he asks with another chuckle. "A little," I admit. I stare up at him and watch as he smiles. "Nap time it is then," he says. My feet leave the ground as Tyler lifts me up int

I look up at the towering shelves of books that surround me. The shelves have to be organized, I just need to find out how. Removing a book from the shelf closest to me, I read the title, 'Tales from World War II'. I replace the book and pull out another one from further down the shelf. This one is titled 'The History of the Roman Empire'. I must be in the history section. Exiting the row of shelves I was in, I enter a different row of shelves to my right. Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I