She Can Run Novels & Stories

She saw me. I saw her whole body shift… not with an exaggerated jump or a scream, but with a subtler, more visceral reaction. Her shoulders tensed for a split second, then relaxed completely. Her eyes lit up — not gradually, but with a sudden ‘click,’ as if someone had flipped a switch deep within them. Then she ran. Not walking, not jogging — a sprint that drained every ounce of her strength, her backpack slamming against her back, her feet practically leaving the ground at the same time.

I said, causing a smile to form on her face. ___ "Do you plan on shifting?" "No, I'm not in the mood to take off my clothes. " I nodded. "Let's go then," I smirked. I saw her coming close to me. "I need to tell you something." She said seriously. I raised a brow. "What?" "Listen to me carefully," She stepped closer, leaning towards me like she was about to whisper something. "I'm a better runner than you." She said before stepping back, a wide grin on her face. "Catch me if you can!" She shouted before breaking into a sprint.

And she was finally free to run to him. But she might already be too late.

MIDNIGHT "Come on. We have to take our pup and run as fast as we can," he spoke in a hurry. "But, how can I run? She is so little," she had tears in her eyes. "We have to. Or else they will kill us," he spoke in a voice that instilled fear. "But running like cowards? Is that why we're here?" She questioned. She had never learnt to run away from her problems and enemies. She was known to give a fight. And why wouldn't she, she was a luna after all.

“You?” The crisp air outside has tinted her ivory cheeks with pink, clear evidence of her morning run. She never shies away from running in the forest. I think she’d even run out there in a blizzard if Alpha Dominic let her. The white stripe in her otherwise black hair is coming loose from her ponytail, falling into her gray eyes. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the window in front of me, smiling. “49 minutes and one second,” she says.

She said happily. “Wait, so are you trying to say that you can run fast?” I asked, the sad feeling long gone. “Yeah sure.” she said with confidence. "Wow! I love your confidence but I'm not easily convinced. Come on, show me what you've got." I challenged her. “You want to race with me?” “Tessa shift to your wolf, except you’re scared.”

This is a weird behavior coming from her, who’s too timid to be doing anything strenuous. Atticus is the first one on his feet and dusted the dust off with his knees while looking apologetically at Cana. “I’m sorry about that. Are you hurt?” “No worries. I’m fine.” She makes a point by getting up all on her own and dusting the dirt off of her hands. “Are you two running?” She wonders before a hopeful look crosses her expression. “Do you two mind it if I tag along? You see, it feels weird to be running alone. I just realized that now.”

She stares. “I don’t have to explain anything to you!” She shouts. “I am the one who kept this place up and running for years. Longer than you’ve been alive, longer than you even know! If you think you can push me aside and run it all to the ground, you’ve got another thing coming!” She is red in the face, finally speaking some truth to what she has been thinking and feeling.

Not if she wanted to survive what was coming. With a heavy sigh, she dug through one of the supply crates, pulling out some athletic leggings and a simple tank top. She changed quickly and walked out into the main area of the hideout. “I’m going for a run,” she announced in a flat, tired voice, deliberately ignoring the heavy, concerned stare she could feel from Ronan as she headed straight for the door and stepped outside.

Run... Just keep your head straight and run... Don't look back! Don't stop! Or they will get you! Just runnnn! It was the dark of the night the only light guiding her way is the silvery light of the pale full moon. She can barely see anything and she can barely keep her consciousness. Tree branches and rocks scratched her body while tears run profusely from her eyes. Her limbs are weak and trembling, her legs could collapse any moment. Her clothes are ripped here and there while her shoes are barely holding on. Her stomach growled in starvation but she can't mind that now since they're still hot on her trail. She can hear their growling and rapid footfalls following not very far from her. Sh