Eat And Run Novels & Stories

She’s not sprinting, thank the Goddess for that, but it’s a blistering pace for long-distance running. Eduardo surges forward, his long legs giving him an advantage over the rest of us, but it’s clear he’s straining to stay with her. As for me, I dig deep and keep pushing. We’re strung out now, but no one is dropping off. The thought of being outrun by a teenage she-wolf will be a serious blow to the guys’ pride. They won’t quit. When we finally make it back to camp, Zahra is walking slow, wide circles around Baxter, Eduardo, and Blake. The three of them look like they’ve just run a marathon, hunched over and puffing like steam engines.

Autumn’s Pov I woke up with a bad feeling. My stomach hurt like hell. Then I looked around. It's a pack's hospital. The only room I never want to visit at home. The pain started to go but I know that I have a hole in my chest. I remembered I clawed it but I thanked the goddess that I still can be alive. I wish whatever the moon's daughter said will be true. I want a happy life, and I also want to help Ethan. However long it will take.

The whole time she took, he carefully folded the papers and kept it aside, holding my gaze till I looked away and stared at my bare feet, reminded of the chains again. "Is there anything else you'll need, sir?" "No, you're done for the day, Martha. You may leave." We said nothing until I heard the door shut and looked towards the door. There it was. My escape but with these chains- "Go ahead. Give it a try on an empty stomach and with your feet bound together. Let's see how far you can run." He was different. Nothing like the stranger I knew and let into my body last night. There were two dishes served and my stomach grumbled greedily.

he whispered in my ears as our packs cheers thundered around us. I looked around to see our family and friends all smiling at us and I realized in that moment, I had everything I would ever want or need. I was finally done running.

The owner had swallowed the lie hook, line, and sinker and welcomed her so warmly, offering coffee and doughnuts, which she rejected because she couldn't stomach anything. The few dollars she had fished out of a goon's pocket as she escaped the restaurant, she had spent on a hoodie, a black jogger, and sneakers. black enough to shield her when she walked out of the motel during the nights in search of what she could eat, making do with leftovers from cafes and, one time, stealing a bunch of bananas from a fruit shop at the side of the road. Ignoring the curses and oranges thrown at her by the angry vendor, Gia had found a safe spot behind a deserted hair salon and eaten the whole thing—well,

Now let’s get into it. “ Thing 1 & 2, y’all have 2 MINUTES to bring y’all’s sleepy asses down to this kitchen and eat breakfast before today’s 5 mile run turns in 10 with a extra 2 hours of training” I yell from the bottom of the stairs. Not even 30 seconds later I hear Nadia’s door creek open and he light footsteps coming downstairs.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

I said grumpily to hide my awkwardness. He scanned my bare chest. “In the morning, there’s no blood in my veins, just coffee, baby. Now stop complaining and enjoy your breakfast.” “One waffle. I can’t eat a lot before I run.” “I’m taking notes. Are all runners this picky?” “What do you eat before a game?” “A cow.” I glared. “Seriously.” “Okay, so I eat light, but the cow comes later.” “Exactly,” I said in a harsher tone than I meant to.

Runa successfully passed through another pack without being discovered. Her paws felt like they were going to fall off. She was not sure of where she was but she did notice snow on the ground, she must be closer to her destination by now. Six hours of non-stop running, she decided to rest for a minute. She found a half frozen stream and saturated her burning throat.

Just another two hours on this road and I would reach the destination where The Run would take place. The Run has been around since the original pack was created. The first Alpha king and leader of all wolves around the world created this event when she wolves were created and in limited supplies to the population of werewolves. The species needed to survive and the strongest genes needed to be passed down, hence The Run and the claiming of a mate. After the success of the first run the tradition carried down. Something about taking a female by force seemed like the ultimate manly thing to do and during those time periods where the male had to be strong and their offspring stronger to surviv