Wally West Running Novels & Stories

At first she had thought Elder Stuart was joking when he suggested the distance. It could be considered a half marathon, but these males were running it in a sprint where humans would try to pace themselves; these werewolves were not kidding when they said they were stronger and faster. She could see sweat starting to build on some of their bodies. Dale had overtaken five of the seven other alphas. He was now running head to head with Alpha Daniels and Attorney Thompson.

“First things first, let’s warm up. Zahra, why don’t you lead us through the western hill run, the eight-kilometre route. At your standard warm-up pace.” I smile at him. “Are you sure, Delta? My standard warm-up pace isn’t exactly ‘standard’.” He grins wider. “I’m sure. These guys can see if they can keep up, and I’ll see how far behind we still are.” He hands out transponders to everyone while Henry and I stretch out our arms and legs. “Right, off we go.” I set off first, Henry a step or two behind me, Greg beside him, Lucas and Austin close behind, and the rest of the warriors falling into crocodile formation behind them.

Wanda left with Carter, they left they left, okay, I turned I saw long hill, long run, then the ramp over near the castle, I run a bit closer, here I need to jump, okay. I look back at the ramp, I move a bit closer, I look back at the ramp, I move a bit closer, ‘what are you doing?’ Wanda ask me, when I hear Wanda bark I jump and don’t make it to the other side instead I meet the river, swimming to the other side where Cassidy is inside the castle.

“Come with us.” She shook her head. “I stay. Hold dem off. Others need me. Go.” Wale was already climbing out legs over the sill, dropping to hang by his hands, then letting go. He landed in a crouch, pain flashing across his face but no sound. Chino followed drop jarring his knees, ankles screaming. They sprinted down the alley, bags slung, hearts in their throats. Behind them: door crashing open. Shouts. “Search every room!”

"Stop running; I'm not after your money." She, however, did not trust him and proceeded to run even faster. Wills Waltson made a clicking motion with his tongue. This damned girl, who couldn't even move an inch! Even when she was inebriated, she ran rapidly. After running over 200 meters, it took him a few seconds to catch up to her. When he grabbed her wrist, she yelled, "Help! Help!" Wills Waltson covered her lips and threw her against the building's wall.