Alpha's Mistress and the Beta
I won't let them catch me, no, never.
I run past the pain, his scent right behind me. I run past the town and into the woods.
Trees rush past me, the dew wetting my fur, my legs pulsate in pain, almost giving in. But my will is greater than my pain, so I endure. With calculated breathes, I'm able to push on. The scent behind me becomes dimmer, as new scents dim in. I cross a wide stream, not looking back. By this time, I'm sure he isn't behind me, but I'm afraid to look. So I push on, Nian's tongue outside overly drained.
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