Chasing Fields Novels & Stories

I spot the field Tate mentioned and jump down from the tree heading into its direction. Rabbits and squirrels scurry away from me and I have to lock my wolf down, she wants to play cat and mouse chase with them. I continue to push my limits, my legs burning and my heart aching from the increased blood flow required for my body at this pace. I hear a snap behind me and swerve right to hide behind a large oak tree. I spend a moment catching my breath when I hear the two that are chasing me. “She can’t be that far!” They jog, my sports top in one of their hands.

And Samantha, composed until now, thrashed wildly as earthworms rained down upon her face. Hunter was certain she wasn’t there. He bolted back to the car, barking at the driver to head to the next cemetery. An hour passed, his mind stuck on Chloe. What kind of nightmare was she trapped in? His chest tightened as he scanned the cemetery grounds, zeroing in on the mausoleums. He took off running.

Once we are there, he gives me a devilish glance before taking off in a full sprint. I chase him endlessly through the hallways, trying to catch him. Every time I think I've got him, he makes a turn for a new hallway, knocking me off course. At some point, he pushes open the mansion doors, leading us out into the gardens. It was a game of cat and mouse, one that I am all too eager to play. Every so often, he glances back at me, making my wolf's stomach flutter with affection.

Brandon’s POV The moment we stepped out of the Winthrop residence, adrenaline started to run through me now that we have at least been able to figure out her location. Now it’s time for the chase, and I do love a good hunt; my wolf purrs in excitement. We spread out in formation, moving across the fields with urgency and stealth. I turn to Desmond. “The two of you are with me. Dawson, circle through the eastern river.” “Roger that, boss,” he talks into his speaker and takes a sharp turn immediately.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly lost my motivation to move and eat. “What’s the next activity? Why are we doing it on another island?” Paula asked, looking puzzled as she approached Maurice and me. Trixie followed, looking obviously tired and sleepy. “Scavenger hunt,” I replied briefly, playing with the sand. “How do you know? Oh, right, you’re the one who made the list of activities,” Trixie said, sitting down beside Paula. “Who’s that woman following Sir Zach?” Paula asked, frowning and looking behind me. I immediately turned around to look.

I dug my toes into the paving stones and poured every ounce of remaining energy into closing the gap between us. “Stop running away from your defeat like a coward!” I shouted across the lawn. “You'll have to catch me first!” he called back over his shoulder, veering sharply toward the grand perimeter of the backyard. I sped up, my eyes locked entirely on the moving target of his back. In the heat of the chase, blinded by adrenaline and the sheer thrill of the game, neither of us paid the slightest bit of attention to where our feet were taking us. My entire focus was zeroed in on grabbing the back of his shirt.

Ximena I was returning from the Shadow pack, driving through the empty road when I sniffed a different scent in the air. I had paid grandmother a visit and although I'd have loved to spend a full day with her, I couldn’t. Everything felt different, I knew it was outside of the packs but the air here was always clean, pure and nice but today it seemed polluted in a way. I couldn’t explain but there was a lot, countless things had changed. It bothered me more than it was supposed to.

Fucking distraction. When Mrs. Middleton dismissed us, Rowan, Grayson, and I made our way to the cafeteria, the usual buzz of students already filling the space. The noise, the chatter, the scattered trays—all of it was the kind of chaos I had learned to block out. But today, my focus kept slipping.

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

But tonight, Bloodfang pushed harder, pacing beneath my skin, ears pinned, teeth bared, tail lashing. He did not like this. Lantern light flickered across the field, casting long shadows that stretched and swayed with the movement of bodies. The air was thick with smoke from the cooking pits, pine from the surrounding forest, and the layered scents of hundreds of wolves pressed into one space. But even through all of that, I could track Alara easily—her stride sharp, her posture tight, her focus locked on Chase. Chase moved ahead of her, posture steady, steps measured. He wasn’t wandering. He wasn’t exploring. He wasn’t looking around like someone unfamiliar with the territory.