I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop. Stopping means my pup will get further away from me, and the Academy will have more time to hide him. Stopping isn’t an option, and my body just needs to understand that. I can feel my muscles feel like two pieces of sandpaper being rubbed together in an attempt to make a fire, my stomach is growling, and there’s a strange pulling sensation that happens everytime my wolf leaps or runs just a little too fast. I’m slowing down, and no amount of pushing is making me speed up. I was running just ahead of Gideon and the man claiming to be my father; their wolves keep looking back as if checking on me, Gideon is sweet to keep me in his eyesight, but the white wolf is just pissing me off. I know it's because my nerves are frayed and I’m on edge, but each time his yellow eyes land on me, I feel like clawing his damn face off. The man has been AWOL for my entire life, and suddenly he’s so concerned with my safety that he’s checking on me every few minutes. ‘Gi
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