Novel & Cerita Who Were We Running From Book

Marcus and his pack were too focused on Thorne to notice us slipping away, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before they came after us. We ran, the cold night air biting at our skin as we fled into the darkness, Thorne’s final word ringing in my ears. Run.

"Shh child we are here for you. We have made the arrangements within an hour the two of you will be discharged and we will send your parents back to the moon goddess." I get a mind link from Sam. Just go with it for now. Dean is aware of the situation, and we are working on a plan to get you out to his pack. "Thank you aunty Annebelle." Within the hour Sam and I were discharged, and we went to the pack house at the back the omegas had done a lovely job regards to funeral arrangements. Goddess, I know what awaits me if I stay in this pack, please moon goddess help me escape.

I had never experienced something like it before but it felt ominous and corrupted. This was it. War. I had sent Rune running back to the infirmary, and I hated to admit that I was full of dread for what was going on around us. I should’ve kissed her and held her in my arms before ordering her to go back. This was an unknown enemy to werewolves and though we were prepared to an extent, we didn’t know how they fought.

I finally returned to New York,after two years of running,hiding, and grieving, not just for my mother but for the version of myself I'd lost. After Rolda left for work, I dressed quickly, threw my hair into a ponytail, and grabbed my bag. I needed to see the city again,breathe its chaos and reclaim my freedom. The apartment felt safe, but it also felt like a cage if I stayed in it too long. By mid-morning,I had hailed a taxi and instructed the driver, "Walmart." The streets of New York passed in a blur. For the first time in years, I felt the simple thrill of privacy. Strangers moving around me,none knowing my past,none watching me.

The forest whispered secrets of reinvention and transformation, and as we ran, our hearts and minds raced toward a horizon that was finally unobscured by the weight of our mistakes. And so, as we vanished into the depths of the night, each footfall echoing a newfound resolve, I knew that this escape wasn't just a fleeing from captivity. It was a leap toward a destiny we were determined to shape, a destiny that would be guided by our choices, our alliances, and the fierce beating of our hearts.

I felt my stomach grumble and my mouth watered because of hunger so I had to touch my stomach and say ‘Not not, food isn't the main thing now’ so I could get my mind off it and focus on the issue at hand. We reached a door and he opened it, there we saw Del waiting for us. We all started running and I still don’t know who were these people we were running from. I just know that they have been attacked and we are running. I was lagging behind mainly because I don’t have enough fuel to push faster and that I wasn’t much of an athlete too but they pushed me when I fell behind. We ran to the bushes and Del told us to try to hide between the long leaves. From our hiding place, I could hear shouti

"So be it. Specialists, you are authorized to use lethal force if necessary. Capture if possible. But do not let them escape." The specialists advanced. And my grandmother whispered one word. "Run." Not to fight. To flee. To survive long enough to become strong enough that running was no longer necessary. We ran. And behind us, the specialists pursued. Weapons firing. Spells activating. Death chasing us through abandoned industrial streets. Just like it had been chasing us all along.

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.

he warned. I didn’t need to be told twice. I sprinted away as fast as my legs could carry me. Even after I left the slave quarters and reached the main street of our pack, I kept running. People stared. Some whispered, others murmured, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to escape. The blackmailer’s voice was still sounding in my ear through the earbuds I wore. “Keep running. Don’t stop.” I ran until I reached the pack house. Only then did the voice command me to stop. I collapsed, panting, my lungs burning from the exertion.

It was more like a shithole. "How exactly do you intend to pay me? I told you that no one crosses me; you can run but cannot hide from me, and I have come to collect my debt!" He barked at Dad, sending shivers down my spine. That was when it dawned on me that the real reason we left New York was not to get a fresh start; we left everything behind to run for our dear lives. I didn't know how I felt realizing we were owing a ruthless man; the fact that we were actually on the run was one thing I wouldn't have guessed right if I was asked to guess.