She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

Stacy's Pov Strange after so many years, I still remember the way to my pack. I'm so tired and dehydrated. But I can't relax, I can't risk it. I cross the border to my pack, I breathe a sigh of relief. I'm free, I'm so free, finally. I slid to the floor, crying my eyes out. Crying because I made it out alive, crying because I was not sexual assulted, crying because I'm happy I can finally be with my mate. I regretted that day a lot, the day I ran away. I shouldn't have. My biggest mistake. And now, I really hope he won't reject me and give me a chance to explain myself.

Even her things were gone. Had she run away? *****************************************

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.

She made a quick note, anyone worth contacting should understand the runes enough to figure it out. Then she set upon the bigger task. Selling off what she could for cash, which would be easier if she didn't have fake I. D’s and was under 18. She wanted to get away from her old home that held so many cruel memories and thought it easier to sell along the way back to West Virginia, so even if they thought twice about her she would be gone. Her strength was returning slowly, gods and spirits alive and well, brightening her world. She had made a decision. no more running. No more hiding. No more coasting through the middle. If they wanted savages that's what they would get.

I wanted to eat my cake and still have it. "What do you mean she's run away? Run away to fucking where? I had left her in your hands, and you fucking tell me that she's run away? Is it that easy to escape a heavily guarded goddamn pack?! Fucking find her else you all meet your death in my hands and I promise you it will be extremely painful!” Jax's deadly tone caught my attention. I gawked at him with widened eyes, static from the conversation I had just heard. Run away? What the hell was that all about?

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

as she ran away. . . . ….

There is another name I go by, one know to she-wolves in The Run. "The Golden Boy, friend to she wolves at The Run." She whispers out and I nod. At twenty-four I have participated in The Run for six years, a total of twelve events. After watching Felix claim Linda I knew I could never do that and started helping she-wolves who did not want to be mated, sending them on the safest routs and showing them how to avoid the Fae, males and Ragers. “Yes, that’s me.” I confirm, her gaze softening some more as she looks at me with a questioning gaze.

I texted. Called. Nothing excessive. Nothing demanding. Just simple: Are you okay? Talk to me. I’m here. Usual check ups. Silence. And then three days ago, I saw it. Her I*******m story. Airport window. Captioned: New air. New energy. Location tagged in a different country. Of course. She ran. I should’ve expected it. She practically narrated her escape plan that night without realizing she was doing it. I don’t stay.

She has escaped with the kids. Fuck!