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Keeping her senses alert, she looked around for any sign of a wolf, and when she saw none, she decided to take the next big run. The distance between where she stood and the place she needed to run to, was a few miles away, and to get there, she had to be fast. Two minutes max, and the guard on the night shift would be replaced. Irish ran as fast as her legs could carry her as her wavy hair swept back in the direction of the wind. Her heartbeat increased as she ran with legs that almost touched the back of her head but she was past caring. On getting there, there was only one more leap left for her, and she would escape the mansion.

10 minutes later the twins come barreling downstairs dressed for their run. “Queen we are heading out” Luca yells from the doorway. “Okay my loves be safe and you know what to do if trouble comes your way” I yell as they head out. I walk to the front door and watch them until they make it to the shield and pass through it. Once they are gone, I head back to the kitchen, turn the radio on and lose myself in cleaning the house. The cliff we run to is 2.5 miles from our safe house on the outskirts of Seattle Washington. We’ve been here for the past nine years and now that the twins are about to be 12 I feel like they are old enough to start doing things on their own plus the fact that they have

I rolled—once, then twice, the rough pavement tearing at my skin and silk pajamas—and somehow, impossibly, I ended up on my feet. Behind me I could hear shouting, the screech of brakes and doors slamming open. I didn’t look back. I just ran. My bare feet slapped against the highway, each step sending fresh jolts of pain through my already injured soles. But adrenaline was a hell of a drug, and right now it was the only thing keeping me upright and going. I could hear them behind me—heavy boots pounding the asphalt, voices shouting in Russian, getting closer. I’d never outrun them. I knew that with cold certainty. I wasn’t trained for this. My body was still weak from days of captivity. I was

That thought only pushed me to run faster. I passed empty homes. I passed abandoned carts. I passed narrow pathways leading deeper into the village. Everything blurred together. The only thing that mattered was moving forward. Don't stop. Just keep going. I repeated those words in my mind over and over again. After several minutes, my legs began to ache. My chest felt tight. Sweat trickled down my face despite the cool temperature. Still, I refused to slow down. This felt unreal. For days, I had been trapped. Every morning I woke up believing there was no way out. And now I was actually running. Actually escaping. The realization almost felt like a dream.

No matter what happens, I won’t fail. My feet eat up the distance quickly, trees zooming past me as I run fast, my breath coming out in pants as I run for the house faster than I ever have before. I think about what to wear as I run, so I won’t have to waste time on it when I get to the house, I am on limited time after all. I’m breaking into my room and stripping down soon, and by the time I’m heading for my closet, I’m only in my underwear and socks, and already reaching for clothes. I hastily throw on sweatpants and a tank top and pull on my sneakers before I’m out of the door again and reaching for the proverbial finish line. I don’t check the time once on this race against time because

34 mama But soon, my body began to fail on me. I struggled to keep myself upright. I struggled to allow myself to keep running as quickly. My body was searing with agony, to the point I could feel the bones in my feet crunching... Because of the amount of distance I'd ran. On the rough ground... Without shoes. Tears streamed down my face, as I realized that I wouldn't be able to escape. I could hear the thundering of footsteps behind me... And I knew they'd caught up with me. And it was in this moment...

I took a deep breath, and took his hand. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s run.” Running under the full moon was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Training with the guards, running as hard and as fast as I could, was tedious. I had been slogging through the mud my whole life and never realized. This was like flying.

Chapter 1 (Loraine’s POV) Being on a run was not as fun as you might think, or you might read in books. It was exhausting and stressful. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, hoping my past and people from it will not catch up with me. You see once upon a time my life was perfect.

[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS DEATH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I pull myself to a stop. I have arrived at the fields of grasses. After running for a while, I have finally reached my destination, but I reached with a beating heart and sweaty palms. Bracing myself on my knees, I crouch low as I try to catch my breath. Sweat beads on my forehead and my skin itches with sweat. I have been running non-stop for almost an hour. It is an impossible task, but when you know you have messed up and most likely destroyed your Kingdom, it becomes possible to run a million miles.

I ran. I have been running my whole life. I ran as the slave I was for the sick game the Alpha and his lackeys played for the sake of their amusement. I ran like there was no tomorrow, and there might very well not be if I wasn't fast enough. I ran...because I didn't want to die.