Novel & Cerita Who Were We Running From Book

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.

Acceptance or rejection. And I have no fucking idea which side the scales will tip for me. All my life, I have been running. First from the fire that consumed my home and family, and then running away from Kaliq and his ruthless scumbags that parade themselves as men. I have been running, only to find myself here and bonded to Raelin. The Alpha of this pack. Should I run? Should I plot an escape again? Is running every time even going to give me peace or solve anything?

How they manage to get where we are still amaze me,I've kept a low profile for years,no socials no, no pictures. I knew at that moment we had to run. My arms held Anaya tightly as we followed the back door out. We ran, heading anywhere but here, but just when we thought we had made it away, a shot rang out. It came from one of the men who had chased after us. Angrily, I shot back at him, but when I turned and saw who the bullet had hit, my heart shattered.

“We’re leaving now.” No one argued. I took Ava’s hand and helped her toward the door, ignoring the wet sticky liquid that was seeping into my shirt from my side. We ran to the hallway at full speed, with Roman taking the lead, and Zade at the back. We could hear the sounds of people chasing after us almost immediately. Boots pounded on the floor and orders were shouted. We burst out through the back of the building and ran into the trees. The night air felt so cold on my skin, while the woods were filled with shadows.

I whispered in my thoughts. Do it! In one swift motion, I twisted my body, breaking free of Victor’s grip. I felt the sting of his hand as it scraped down my arm, but I didn’t stop. I ran. I didn’t know how far I could go, how much longer my legs could carry me, but I didn’t stop. This wouldn’t be my first time running from men like Victor anyway. I could be strong. I heard the crunch of leaves behind me, the sound of Axel and Victor chasing after me. They were close—too close.

‘…one last time. We ran for hours, switching between who held the reigns and who took a back seat. Through streams of freezing water, over stones of slippery moss and around the monstrous redwood tree’s that towered hundreds of feet above our heads. Even when our muscles grew stiff with exhaustion, we kept running. It had been me that led us here, not Magnus. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it any longer. The inevitable was coming, a collision that started when we were nothing more than children, ignorant to the rules of the world.

What was happening? Indelicately we weren’t the only ones who decided to try and run out in the middle of the night after hearing all the drama, which meant our exit strategy was rifled with obstacles in the shape of Snouts and other Daemonaria. As we push through to a back alley we part directions from the rest of the crowd. “Why are we running?” I breathily question as we brace against a dark stone wall. Corvu peaks his head around the corner, but what he was so frightened of?

Ally hit it first, scrambling up with practiced speed, and I followed, my fingers hooking hard into the metal, my leg protesting violently as I hauled myself up and over, landing hard on the other side in a graceless tangle of limbs that knocked the breath clean out of me. "Get up, get up, he's still coming!" I forced myself upright, snatched the folder back off the ground where it had fallen from my grip, and ran. We didn't stop running until the orphanage was well behind us, until the shouting had faded into distance and then into nothing at all, the two of us cutting through backstreets and empty lots under a sky still thick with cloud, my lungs burning, my leg on fire, the folder clutche

The sudden weight of the bag pulled sharply against her taped ribs, sending a fresh wave of pain through her torso, but she hardened her jaw and ignored the protest of her body. Before turning away for good, she cast one final, lingering look into the glass. The girl named Angela was completely gone. In her place stood a mysterious, defiant stranger who had built an entire identity on a dangerous foundation of lies and sheer willpower. She was heading straight into the heart of Accademia Alpha—a fortress of elite predators where a single slip of the tongue meant certain death.

Lillian’s POV Clara and I made a mad dash for our lives, pushing into the forest. We could have been running away from safety. Maybe it would have been better to run back into the crowd. But with my own guards turning against me, I had no idea who I could trust.