Run With The Wind Novel English Novelas e Histórias

The storm arrived the way old debts do—slow at first, then all at once. It stacked itself over the ridge like a bruise deciding where to settle. The pines leaned into it, whispering in that language needles use when wind makes them tell the truth. Word carried through the Holdfast that we would run. Not for spectacle. Not for sport. For the business of reminding the line it still had a spine.

She nodded, shivering as the wind screamed around her, huddling in her coat for what turned into three long hours. Darkness swallowed the sky, and she finally got through to Colton's phone. "When are you coming back?" she asked, her voice quivering against the howling storm. However, the line was dead silent. After what felt like an eternity, Colton's voice came through, icy as the winter chill: "I'm not coming back. The car's gone. If you want to return, you're on your own." "What are you saying?" "It's your punishment," he said, his voice a frost she had never felt before.

➳ Trigger/Content warning list 🐾 Sex Excessive or gratuitous violence Death or dying Blood ➳ Teaser 🐾 “When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he had never heard of my species either, and I must've looked very strange to him. But when our eyes met, I felt something I had never felt before in my life. I was drawn to him in a way that I hadn’t sensed with any other male in all my years. It was mystical, like I could stare directly into the soul of this man and I recognized him as part of myself.” Excerpt from “Running with wolves.” ➳ Author’s note 🐾 Hi lovelies! Thank you for reading my Novel. I love to hear from you! Comment and share your thoughts. I

And as I ran, I felt the wi nd more, blowing through my fur. I would find her, drag her back if I have to and she would learn, No one runs from an Alpha.

His power swirling around them like a black storm. The air crackled. The wind howled. “No,” I whispered. And then I ran.

Caras pov followed the windy trail of the forest. The trees blurred past me as I sprinted through, my speed a blur even to my own eyes. At first, the surge of power, my heightened senses, boundless stamina, and impossible strength, had left me terrified. Now, after countless runs, I was starting to understand my new reality. Each step felt like freedom, a fleeting escape from the chaos behind me. I hadn’t encountered anyone during my run and began to question if I was heading in the right direction. But the sharp whistle of an arrow grazing my ear shattered that thought.

He stood there, big, as if he had been waiting for me to climb onto his back. I climbed onto his back in silence. My hands gripped the thick fur on his shoulders, holding on tightly. The moment I settled, he started running. His movements were fast and smooth. Trees and shadows passed us quickly, blending into the dark. As he ran, I kept my eyes lowered. I stared at his fur, my fingers clenched around it as if letting go would make everything fall apart. The wind rushed against my face, brushing my hair back. It felt the cold, but also calming in a strange way.

Then he lunched forward. We did not start slow. We bursted intk a flat out sprint, with my powerful legs driving against the earth, witb a force that felt so liberating. The forest became a mixture of green and brown and shadow. The wind was a roaring River against my face, washing away the psychic residue of the pack house, scrubbing me raw and clean. This was not a diplomatic journey. This was a purge. Every burning gasp of thin air cleansed the scent of Elara’s triumphant grip on my arm. We ran as if the demons themselves were on our heels.

Yewa's P.O.V I ran. No one chased me, but I ran anyway. The wind tore at my cloak and the earth bruised my bare feet as branches clawed at my arms and legs until they burned with scratches, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My lungs screamed for air, my ribs ached with every breath, yet I pressed harder, faster, like the shadows of unseen hunters were snapping at my heels. I didn’t want to give them the chance. If they cared enough to come after me, I wouldn’t be easy to catch. If they didn’t… well, that truth would hurt less if I was already far away.

Chapter 12 "Hey, what's bothering you?" Carlew whispered to me. I could feel his embrace, the warmth of his arms enveloping my body. We stood in front of the window where I was lost in thought before he approached me and hugged me. "Nothing," I replied with a sigh. My eyes remained fixed outside the window. All I could see was darkness, unlike in Manila with its brightly lit buildings. "Really? Why don't you tell me? I'm your boyfriend. You can trust me," he whispered. I sighed.