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She ran from the man her father sold her to. She never expected to run straight into her mate. Lyra Cole has one rule: never stop moving. Three months after fleeing an arranged sale to Roman Ashford, Alpha of the Thornfield Pack, she crosses into North Ridge territory on the worst possible night — the Full Moon, when every wolf in the pack is hunting. Alpha Kael Varga catches her scent before he catches her. But the moment he corners her, his wolf recognizes something his instincts can't ignore: she's his mate. With his own pack closing in and pack law demanding he hand her over, Kael makes a reckless choice — he hides her, lies to his beta, and claims her as his own in front of the entir

But if I go back now, I've not chosen it freely. The bus rattles over another pothole and I pull my cap lower, watching another unfamiliar town slide past the window. I know they'll probably find me. Not today, but eventually. Before that happens, I need the truth even if it breaks me. For the first time running isn't about escaping, it's about finding out what I've been running from my entire life.

I put on my running gear and pulled my hair up in a ponytail, I didn't miss the way that I looked younger with my hair up. The sky was a shade of grueling metal when I stepped out of Ethan's penthouse. Thick layers of dark clouds layered above the white ones and soon it would start to drizzle or possibly start to thunderstorm. But that didn't make me change my decision of running across the park. If running under the rain could give me inspiration or any ideas,I would have to do it. Call me crazy but aren't all authors supposed to be crazy? asked my subconscious. I guess, But Ouch!

I'm very sure he would never expect that I would remember such a detail after so many years and was trapped in. ‘That's probably why he didnt chase after me.’ I said to myself as I haven't heard any steps behind me since I started running. Fatigue began to eat at my very unhealthy and unfit body after running for several minutes. The internal war within me git intense as a huge part of me leaned towards the thought of just giving up. 'where am I running to?’ ‘'Does this cave actually lead to outside?’ ‘how do I survive without any money or knowledge of the outside world.’

Something that planted itself in the center of my chest and refused to move forward. I stood in the dark old growth with my hands on my knees and my breath coming steady and thought about what I was doing. Running. I was running. Again. The tunnel under my parents’ house — running. The forest after the invasion — running. Seven months of Redmoon Palace — a different kind of running, internal, constant, the running that happened inside a person who was performing stillness on the outside. Always running. Always the wrong side of the thing that needed to be faced.

This neighborhood was too unsafe to take chances. Jogging is the only way Roy has been able to organize his thoughts. He doesn’t run. He hates running because it takes his breath away. He gets so tired so easily that he’s already catching his breath after one flight of stairs. Hailey was a better runner. The athlete of the family. He’s halfway down the block when he realizes that someone’s been tailing him—and wasn’t even covert about the fact. He turns around just as a streak of grey flashes before his eyes and a thick stench fills the air.

She was running and running along the path laid out not knowing where she was going. Eloisa ran all the way to the hospital from the pub, which was almost on the other end of the village. As soon as she heard the news, she closed the pub and ran all the way to the hospital. When she reached her mother's room, she saw her sleep and nurse fixing her saline tube. Eloisa entered the room and the nurse looked up at her. The room smelt so stale and filled with medicinal smell that it made her almost choke. She had never really liked hospitals anyway. She came to the hospital only three times including today. Not once she felt comfortable here. Hospitals always smell of stale and death to her. The

DANICA My legs were burning, but I didn’t dare stop. Valerie’s small arms clung around my neck, her tiny whimpers muffled against my shoulder as I pushed forward through the darkness. My heart hammered louder than my footsteps, drowning out every sound except the desperate thought: Run. Don’t look back. Just run. The night was thick, the kind that pressed down like a blanket suffocating the world. My breath came in ragged gasps, lungs aching as I sprinted down a gravel path that seemed endless, the sharp stones biting through the thin soles of my shoes.

I just ran. My lungs burned like needles stabbing with every breath. The wet ground beneath my feet refused to help me escape the death closing in behind me. Dog barks echoed at my back. The sharp sound of silver bullets hitting tree trunks whipped my mind into a single thought: Don’t stop. Stop and you die. I’d run without saying a word to Fiona. It was always like this. Every time I started to settle somewhere, hunters showed up again. And I found myself running. Only this time, I’d been caught off guard. I didn’t know where to go. I was running into the unknown. When I looked back, they were right behind me.

Derrick’s POV I ran blindly, not pausing for even a moment to worry about where I was heading. As things stood, that was a luxury that I couldn’t afford. I just kept on running, a single, dominant thought on my mind: survive. Anything else could come after that. After I escaped the four men who now seemed to be after my life. Throwing a quick glance over my shoulder, I saw that they were rapidly gaining on me. I tried to run faster but I was already going as fast as I could go. And running had never been my strong suit. In fact, I hadn’t had a reason to run in months. Now that I did, my legs were punishing me for their lack of exercise.