Run Towards The Danger Novels & Stories

Where I thought I would be safe. As we stumbled towards the main residence, seeking shelter, seeking Ethan, the chaos intensified. Guards, their faces grim and determined, emerged from the building, running in the opposite direction, towards the source of the danger. They moved with a desperate urgency, their weapons drawn, their voices a mix of shouted orders and panicked warnings. The scene was a chaotic tableau of fear and desperation, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the gardens we had just fled.

Shit. Pure terror grips me as I sprint down the street, my fat feet pounding against the pavement in a desperate attempt to escape. My hands desperately drop my bags in order to clutch my tummy, the weight of my stomach making it difficult to run. The sound of heavy footsteps grows louder behind me, a clear indication that he is closing in on me. Every fibre of my being screams to go faster, to find a way to survive this pursuit.

“Hey man, what’s wrong?” “King, hey...” I block their worried voices out as my shift overtakes me and within seconds my wolf is zooming out of the house and towards the open field where we can feel her in danger. I’ve never run so fast before, but whatever it is, my wolf is determined to get to her as soon as possible, and within a few minutes we’re there.

Adrenaline or fear propels me in the opposite direction. Weaving in and out of trees, nearly blinded from terror, I run until safety is in reach. That safety comes in the form of a road. Stumbling into the ditch, so close to the pavement, my legs are weak and my heart is heavy. And the wolf is fast and deadly.

The two of them ran in zigzag steps at an incredible speed. "Aaahh!" I kept running and running until my throat was dry because the cold air entered my lungs when I ran. I couldn't even scream anymore for help. What would happen if I ran towards the party? Isn't that very dangerous? I might harm innocent people there. From up here, I saw Raff walking while carrying a package. He seemed to be going back to the party scene. Raff was on the hillside directly below me. I gathered all my strength and shouted as loud as I could to call him.

I run down the hill as fast as I can go, slipping and sliding on the loose rocks. Please don’t be Patrick. Please don’t be Patrick. “Rylie!” Val calls after me. “Slow down!” She thinks I’m plowing head first into danger. Perhaps I am. But I have no choice. If my mate is in danger, I must go to him. I must help him. I can’t lose him. I push through the leafy undergrowth, clambering over dead branches and barking my shins on the rocks.

All he could think about was getting to the person in trouble and helping them before it was too late. As he ran, his mind raced with all of the possible dangers that could be lurking in the shadows. He knew that he had to be careful, but he couldn't let fear hold him back. The safety of others was at stake, and he was determined to do whatever it took to protect them.

I admitted with a worried look on my face and he raised his eyebrows. "I don't have condoms as well. Fuck!" He immediately started to move away from me but I stopped him and pulled him closer. I didn't care about it and I wanted him so bad. "It's okay. You can pull out just in time, right?" I asked with a hopeful look on my face and he nodded immediately. "Yeah, I can do that. Are you sure?"

"--in danger as we speak. Hurry up and gather the others!" ...Without another word, he shifted on spot and sped off into the distance, following the lead of the she-wolf.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I seized the moment and made a dash for freedom. I raced through the open terrain, my adrenaline fueling my every stride. The urgency of my escape propelled me forward, and I didn't spare a second to catch my breath. My mind was consumed with the fear of getting caught, and I repeated the mantra, "I shouldn't get caught, no," to myself as I ran with all my might.