Night-runners Prologue Novels & Stories

That doesn’t make them safe, especially not in this kind of test. The horn blares, sharp and shrill, and the feed cuts to the Omegas rushing through the treeline. The countdown flashes in the corner of the screen, ticking down from sixty, and the rogues begin to pace, muscles coiled and impatient. They’re starting from opposite ends of the arena. The Omegas are meant to run toward where the rogues began. If this goes the way I hope, they’ll meet somewhere in the middle, and the rogues will scent them, claim them, maybe even protect them. But if it doesn’t go well... I close my eyes and exhale slowly.

A groan escaped her lips when Devon pressed down hard on her twisted arm, but she didn’t stop, “Da mihi animam tuam.” The rogues instantly seemed to lose their abilities to think, their eyes rolled to the back of their heads – making only the sclera visible- and like zombies, they mindlessly began to attack. “I will leave them up to you,” he glanced at Alfonso and Bacchus, who were already fending off the wolves. “Kill them all, she has asked for their lives.” He disappeared into the pack, shutting the gate tightly behind him. “If that is all you’ve got, you wasted not just my time, but you have also wasted a decade for nothing!” Ketura groaned, spitting out blood as her back hit the wall vi

I typed in waning moon pack and different links popped up, I clicked on the first one I saw, its title grabbing my attention: RUNAWAY IN CAHOOTS WITH RAIDERS. The Waning Moon pack had recently survived a raid only to discover one of their wolves missing. The Alpha’s son, Adrian, who had reportedly been a witness to the runaway assisting the raiders pack things- steal from the pack. The runaway in question was an orphan that the pack had taken in and looked after as one of their own. It is hard to believe that the goodwill of this pack could turn around and betray them. Goes to show you that there was only so much good a person could do, yet it would still be responded to with evil.

Nox and I smelled them deeply and after a moment, Nox had a vision. We saw both of the kids. They were crying and dirty but looked unharmed. They were in a dirty room with five men. The men were arguing about what they were going to do. They seemed surprised that Zach hadn't given them the pack yet. After listening for a while, Nox and I realized that these guys were unprepared for this operation. It sounded like they stumbled on the kids by chance and had no idea how the wolf council worked. In other words, they got lucky. Well, their luck was about to run out. {Can you tell where they are?} I asked Nox.

“It was awe full, as usual, doing business with you Tony. But it’s time for me to go. And, just so you know exactly who has the power here, if you lap dogs leave a mark on me, I won’t supply you anymore. Have a nice evening. But, I hope, you fall, in a ditch.” “Now!” He booms. The men all lunge towards me. Good thing a know this building inside out and back to front. I simply jump out the window. I land on the balcony a level down. My feet tingle on impact. I break the glass and climb through that window. Once I’m back inside, I run through the empty trade floor and sprint down to the underground level. Once there a take my pick of the cars. Tony’s shiny black Audi is sitting unprotected. I

--- Adrian didn’t look at her. But his answer was clear. Cold. Unavoidable. “We don’t run again.” --- The road stretched endlessly ahead. Dark. Uncertain. Dangerous. --- And somewhere behind them— Hidden in the city they just left— A screen flickered to life. Tracking signal active. Movement confirmed. A voice spoke calmly into the silence. “Let them run.” A pause. Then— “They’re leading us exactly where we want them.” --- As the car disappeared into the night— Elena felt it.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

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.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

"Money's better anyway. No legs. Doesn't run off." My wolf groaned inside me. 'Rena, do you really not love Caesar anymore?' I hugged the bundles of cash to my chest. "His heart's been running after Celine for a long time. What good is something that's already gone?" "Still…" I stood slowly, hesitation creeping in. "Something tells me things are about to get bad. Celine didn't come here for nothing. My Luna position's in danger." My wolf tensed. 'What are you going to do?'