Runaway The Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I roared in the rain, “Why? Why would a good mate and father violate a teenage wolf younger than his own offspring? Why did my own father abandon me?” For almost a year, I had nothing to eat and nowhere to go. During the day, I wandered the streets searching for food—sometimes finding leftovers from fancy restaurants, other times facing pups who recognized me and threw stones. Most of the time, I was starving. At night, I slept in a cold cave, waking almost every morning to the painful sound of my own stomach. Day after day, night after night, I grew tired and desperate, wishing to end my miserable life.

I was running away. Not in the metaphorical sense—the literal one. My old Honda Civic sped down the highway, its engine groaning like it shared my exhaustion. Each mile put more distance between me and the life I’d left behind. The city that once felt like a bustling maze of possibilities had become a gilded cage. My ex-husband, Daniel, held the keys, and every turn was a dead end. Now, with nothing but the clothes in my suitcase and a half-tank of gas, I was finally breaking free.

Someone had figured it out—my past, the very thing I had worked tirelessly to bury, was clawing its way back to the surface. They say you can’t outrun your past, and apparently, “they” were right. Damn it. I leaned back in my seat, exhaling a long, slow breath as I stared at the note. The paper trembled slightly in my hand. Haven’t I run far enough? Why can’t I escape this fucking mistake? Whoever this was, they weren’t just poking at old wounds. They were trying to blow them wide open.

Maybe someone else would take the role. All I wanted now was to escape from this underworld. I barely had time to react before Kelvin’s strong grip tightened around my wrist, yanking me forward. "Run!" he barked immediately. The word barely left his lips before an explosion of dust and debris sent a shockwave through the air. Chunks of the sanctuary's ceiling collapsed, tumbling down behind us. With that I sprinted out quickly, as fast as my legs could carry me, my lungs were burning, as my heartbeat kept thundering in my ears heavily. Every step I took, running away from the sanctuary. I was driven by pure desperation to escape and I don't mind what it takes to leave. I wanted to leave ever

I unlocked the drawer, took my notebook and fled. I was about to jump when mate was there. I faced him. "We shall meet again." I said and I jumped. And I ran away, never looking back. Not then, probably not so soon. But I can say, it was painful. It was painful to be running away from the place you were able to call your home. But..what choice did I have? I clutched on the notebook tightly as I ran further and further away from home. Hayden's POV Next day....

He told her with a sad smile and turned away from her to disappear through the front door. Runa left the house at a dead run. When she reached the tree line, she shifted. She had no idea of where she was going, she only knew she had to get there fast. Her paws kicked up chunks of earth as she flashed through the trees and out of her pack's territory. She was now a rogue. The very thing she helped her pack destroy when they entered their border. She was on her own, no one but her wolf to talk to and she did not talk much as it was. What was she going to do now?

“Run! Go away! We need to leave honey,” A voice told her as hands pushed her small frame out into the woods. Serena shook her head, trying to cling to her mother, but the woman pushed her, almost shoved her towards the foreboding darkness that lay in front of them. “And remember, don’t lose that book, okay, sweetheart?” Serena nodded, all the while crying, while her mother encouraged her to move forward. She could feel the book tightly sticking to her body, bound by a rope.

She and Cara had been preoccupied with many other things to check their social media pages. Hana’s fingers curled and uncurled as she waited for the page to load. When it did, a small scream died in her throat. She closed and opened her eyes in case she was hallucinating. But the numbers stayed the same. 1,000 preorders. How come? Cara couldn’t have bought that amount of books. Baba would have noticed. Hana reloaded the page, but the figure didn’t change. She had money. Money Baba couldn’t access. To be fair, the money wasn’t hers yet but once the book went live, it would be hers.

Tina asked, leaning closer as she began to slowly rub her hand up and down her back. "I ran." It was only two words, but in short it was the entire story. Lana didn't have a plan or any friends or family she could depend on when she left. Even if she did, she wouldn't have involved them for fear of putting them in harm's way. "One day, I just packed two suitcases. I planned to run when he wasn't home, but some part of me wanted him to know that I was leaving, so I told him to his face. Don't get me wrong, I had policemen there with me, but it took a lot of courage," Lana smiled, remembering how good it felt to walk out of Dan's house knowing he couldn't stop her.