Runaways Joan Jett Novels & Stories

Mikaela The whole pack felt different after Jenna’s confession. The Warriors moved around always checking weapons, reinforcing windows, carrying boxes. Every voice sounded urgent. Even the younger pack members kept quiet, which never happened in Monsoon. I tried sticking close to June. Not because she needed my help honestly, she worked ten times faster than I did but because I didn’t want to be in the way. And I definitely didn’t want Ryan cornering me into any deep conversation. I wasn’t ready for that. Not after everything. Especially how he spoke to me there other day. How he asked if I was okay...

I will never let them convict me for the crime I didn’t commit. Before they could get near me I ran, heading towards the huge window at the end of the hallway. “Shoot her,” Kael cruelly ordered. A bullet was fired in my direction hitting my right leg. “Get her! Kill her if you must!” I felt tears at the corner of my eyes. It wasn’t because of the wound that they gave but because of the sharp words they uttered. I love them. I love my pack. I cared for them genuinely. I devoted my life to serving them and becoming a perfect Luna but everything I did was put in vain.

He made sure I was well-fed and safe. I thought Lucas hated me. I was, after all, the woman of his greatest rival. Lucas did not let go. He carried me back into the car and whispered, “Jane, if you kissed me just to get back at Ethan, I’d be heartbroken. “For those who call you tainted, I’ll break their bones, tear their skin, and make each one kneel before you and apologize. Would you like that?” Lucas seemed like a madman. I did not know if he would do something insane like the day he kidnapped me.

So many regrets. But falling asleep like that never helps with my horrid dreams. And since Cara has prayed to Selene to make my first night here a terrible one, I do not think I will be escaping my nightmares tonight. Not that I have ever succeeded in escaping them for two years now. Two years after that night I ran away from my shelter. Two years after that night I ran away from the only person who was able to drive my nightmares back to hell with her presence. I chuckle sadly into my pillow. It is a fucking irony that the same person just prayed to Selene few minutes ago to make sure that I do not enjoy my first night of staying here. She cursed me to be tormented by my nightmares tonight.

"Run for your lives” Too late. They woke my demon and he was out to play. As they tried to make a run for it, I opened a ceaseless fire, watching them drop lifelessly with a lifting grin on my face. My blood bumped as I watched them panic. The fear in their eyes fed my soul and I didn't stop. Could not. Their screams, their scrambling to get away as they jumped off the balcony and fell to their deaths. Some would break an arm or smash their skull but I already had my men waiting down there.

Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

My money is on you. Listen, I know you ran because Danny threatened you in some way. I had my first meeting with him the other day and I could tell he had said or done something to you. He knew you were on the run, which worries me a little. If he hurt you, you have to tell me. I will make him pay. If it’s me you’re worried about, don’t be. I can handle him. Please, don’t feel like you need to stay away to protect me. I’ll be okay. I want you back. I want you to come home. This is your home. We can get through this together.