Running With Purpose Novels & Stories

Grace calls as I take my first step, but she eventually has no option but to follow me because her pleas fell on my deaf ears. I keep walking and walking, my eyes on the man hiding in the back seat. The more I keep going, the more the movements of my fingers keep increasing, and I keep going, driven by a very strong urge, until I find myself running. I have not blinked for that long moment. I have been running toward this damn freaking car because I don’t want to peel my eyes and find my targets gone from my sight.

The golden glow on my paw, the voice of those mysterious figures and they all said one thing. Head north…they said My heart races with a new found purpose. I felt strength returning to my bones as I stared purposefully into the darkened forest. I made up my mind to move, i took a deep breath, turned north, and began to run.

Nasir was slowing down. We had been running for five days straight. My legs burned as did my shoulders but I refused to stop. I felt Desmond pull hard at the mate bond but I refused to acknowledge it. Refused to let it pull me back. I just kept running. Letting it fuel me to keep going, keeping him and the kids safe was all that mattered. Poor Nasir was not used to cross country running. He did really well and I knew my pace was nowhere near his running speed but the continuous run wore on him.

The rhythmic pounding of my heart matched the beat of my footsteps, fueling my relentless drive. As I ran, a flurry of emotions swirled within me. Fear mingled with determination, anger mixed with hope. I couldn't allow myself to be consumed by the darkness that had enveloped my life. The love for my children, the need to protect them, fueled my resolve to overcome every obstacle in my path. Time seemed to blur as I raced through the forest, my movements fueled by a fierce determination. The world around me became a whirlwind of colors and sounds, the details of the forest merging into a tapestry of motion and intensity.

"I’m not the same person I was a month ago." "We'll see at the mines," he said, turning on his heel. "Be ready by five. And try to get some sleep. You’re shivering." I watched him walk away. He was right, of course. My hands were shaking, a mixture of adrenaline and exhaustion. But as I looked at the five men now resting more comfortably, I felt a spark of something I hadn't felt in years: purpose.

Evelyn was still walking free because she had chosen strategy over impulse. Everything was moving according to plan, yet something inside her felt restless, like a storm waiting for the right excuse to break. She picked up speed, letting the physical strain burn away some of the noise. Her lungs expanded, her muscles worked, and for brief moments, the weight on her chest eased. This was why she ran. Not for fitness alone, but for clarity. To remind herself that she was still in control of her body, her choices, her direction. She rounded a bend in the path and slowed instinctively.

"Not the CEO who had everything?" He smiled. "The woman who turned her pain into power." His words sank deep. Because that was exactly what I had done. I looked up at the night sky. "When I started the Foundation, I thought it would help me heal. I didn't realize it would give me something bigger than myself." "Purpose," Smith said. "Yeah. Purpose." We stood there in silence. We watched the lights of the city blink like steady heartbeats. The night stretched around us. Calm and alive. Life kept moving. For once, I didn't feel the need to chase it.

Instead, he says, "I think you should get going, my love." With a deep breath, I take off running, my feet pounding against the ground as I push myself to meet the challenge. The early morning air is crisp and invigorating, and despite my initial reluctance, I find myself embracing the workout. Blake and Nico's encouragement fuels my determination, and I know that this training is not just about physical endurance but about strengthening the bond and trust within the pack. As I complete the mile, breathless but triumphant, I end my run with my head up.

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

Once I hear him getting up and changed I do the same on Aidan’s door, then Ben’s. “The Langham isn’t that far.” Aidan says as we sprint down the stairs. He takes the lead as we run through the city. ‘Faster.’ Flint growls. Fuck! I hope she’s okay. She has to be okay. ____________________________ Faye ‘Ahh Hey Heyyyyy Heyyyyy’ The music notes float through me. It grips me and takes over my entire body. All I can do is close my eyes and dance. So I dance. And dance. And dance.