Novel & Cerita Who Were We Running From Book

The black leather was still there. "Got it," he gasped, his face as pale as the cream lace of my dress. He didn't look back at Baba. He couldn't. He grabbed my hand, and we fled. We didn't take the food ingredients. We didn't take our old clothes. We ran out the back door, through the overgrown weeds and into the maze of the "slum," two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing.

Those scars, that darkness surrounding him, that ruggedness - it all made me wish I could just disappear into the earth. "Run," he ordered. "What?" He gave me a twisted, dark smile, leaning closer, he whispered, "Run..." My eyes went to Delilah, who nodded frantically, telling me to run. I swallowed and ran, I didn't know where or in which direction I wanted to go but I ran. I ran out of the gym and when I looked back, the enforcer was standing right where I left him. Behind him, Evangeline was telling me to keep running as fast as I could.

Slowly, the memories resurfaced—our daring escape attempt, the scent of rogues, and the fateful ambush that had brought us to this nightmare. As my fingers brushed the tender, swollen area on my body, the memories flooded back, each detail etched vividly in my mind. We had been helpless, a group of vulnerable individuals. The shelter's doctor and a nurse had stumbled upon the scent of rogues, prompting them to alert us and suggest we flee for safety—Zero, Cristiano, and myself, along with a handful of others who were still waiting to awaken their inner wolves. We had embarked on a desperate escape, but our path had been intercepted, leading us to this grim fate.

The betrayal, the lies, the fear that had driven me to flee without a plan, without even a destination in mind. “I wasn’t running toward anyone,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I was running away. From my pack, from the lies they’ve told me, from the life they forced me to live.” “And now that you’ve run, what do you intend to do?” George asked, his voice softening slightly. “You can’t keep running forever, Ashley. Sooner or later, you’ll have to face what you’re running from.”

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us, and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don’t stop running.

Nadia’s POV Me and Luca take off starting with a slow jog and slowly speed up until we’re at a good pace. We have been running for almost an hour and we’re coming up on the cliff. As we approach the cliff I can hear voices a little way in front of us. “Saturn we aren’t supposed to go in the water it’s dangerous” I hear a little girl say “Oh come on I’m only by the edge I’m not going to jump” the girl I’m assuming is Saturn responds

It has no idea how close it is to losing me. And this time, when I leave, I won’t be dragged. I’ll walk. ** Running, I learn, is not a single decision. It is a thousand small ones stacked carefully on top of each other, each chosen so quietly that no one notices the weight shifting until the floor is already gone beneath them. Emma and I do not speak of escape out loud at first. Walls listen here. Doors remember. Even shadows have loyalties. So we plan in pieces. The first piece is observation.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

I muttered. He opened the rear doors, and Matteo climbed in with Teresa. I followed, grabbing the duffel bags we had kept ready for this exact kind of escape. As the van peeled out through the forest path, I glanced back. The clubhouse—our so-called safehouse—was already burning behind us. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like we weren’t running from something. We were running toward it. The reckoning. And this time, we weren’t going to miss.