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I read it quickly. Dear Dean, I'm sorry to write you this letter. My pack isn't safe anymore. The news about who I am is out and I will be hunted to the ends of the earth. I can't put you or anyone else at risk so I'm running. No pack would be strong or safe enough. I would die if I caused you or your pack harm. I wish things were different but this is my reality and I must make the right choice. Please find someone else that will make you happy that will be a good Luna for your pack. Please let me go.

"I'm not running away from my responsibilities.I'm running to them. There's nothing negative about running away to save my life." -Joseph Heller- *** I need to run away from here. The sound of his breathing was loud enough to be heard from meters away, no matter how hard he tried to run, the other sound of wolves howling and strong paws stomping against the ground in marching rhythm was ever so close.

I have been debating on it for a long time no but I have decided. I am going to Escape. I am going to run away. I don't know where I'll run to but I know one thing and that's the fact that I need to Escape. How to? I'll know soon. This I am very sure of. I know that this isn't the best solution but what can I do. Do I have another choice?

So I just run. Normally, I would try to do evasive measures, trying to lead my pursuers away from where I am going. But once they figure out I’m gone, they will know where I’m headed. It’s better to get as much distance between myself and them as possible, than to try and trick them. So, I head north.

"Shh child we are here for you. We have made the arrangements within an hour the two of you will be discharged and we will send your parents back to the moon goddess." I get a mind link from Sam. Just go with it for now. Dean is aware of the situation, and we are working on a plan to get you out to his pack. "Thank you aunty Annebelle." Within the hour Sam and I were discharged, and we went to the pack house at the back the omegas had done a lovely job regards to funeral arrangements. Goddess, I know what awaits me if I stay in this pack, please moon goddess help me escape.

Running away will give me freedom. As I pick a random destination, I buy my ticket and hop on the correct train. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m nervous and scared to be on my own. I have to do this. This is my one chance to leave. I promised myself that if I had the chance to run, I would. The opportunity presented itself. To be honest, I’m shocked the chance even came, but it did, which means this is what I should be doing. At least, that’s how I’m choosing to look at it.

I don’t want to be weak, not when the person I hate the most is standing right in front of me. With my mind jumbled and my thoughts reckless, I decided the best thing to do right now was to run away from here. And that’s what I did. I ran, moving my legs as fast as it took, and ran. Tears started streaming from my eyes, but my legs wouldn’t stop, and I ran and ran, trying to get away from everyone, wanting peace if possible.

A beacon of escape amidst the chaos that surrounded me. Drained yet determined, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I considered the possibility of running, of breaking free from this nightmarish dilemma. Maybe-just maybe-if I could reach that door in time and disappear into the shadows, they wouldn't find me. It was a slim chance, but in that moment, it was the only hope I had. With each passing second, the urgency grew stronger. Maybe if I…If I run, they wouldn’t find me…escape—there was a escape.

If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was my father. But all of these were just assumptions, and I couldn’t continue living my life on those and wait for them to break my heart. This time, I was going to remain focused on my goal. I was going to protect my unborn child no matter what. A streak of pain swiped across my chest -not for David- but it hurt me to know that even the family that I was happy to be meeting all had secrets of their own. Leaving was certainly my best bet. I swallowed my emotions and turned to Esther. “I want to run as far away from here as possible. How can you help me without putting yourself in some kind of trouble?” I whispered.

“I wish I could run away, Cara.” She regretted those words as soon as they were out of her lips. Hana wasn’t cut out for the real world. Her father might be a monster but was financially responsible. They never lacked. The first and last time she tried to run away, she had experienced an abandonment, a complete lack of wants. She couldn’t do that without a plan. A plan that involved getting her sister and mother out of this hellhole disguised as home. “You can,” Cara said. Her sister knelt by the tub with the tips of her golden hair sinking into the water. Cara looked more like their mum. But one thing the kids shared with their