Who Were We Running From Season 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I said to my wolf as she howled in pain. I never thought he would move on so fast. It's not been a year since the incident, and he forgot about me and his children. "Don't give up Bailey, try and reach him." My wolf said to encourage me but I was already dejected. "THE ALPHA IS COMING! THE ALPHA IS COMING!! THE ALPHA IS COMING!!!" Someone announced. I looked up immediately and saw everyone rushing to meet him and I joined in. I hurried through the bustling crowd, my heart pounding in my chest. Everyone around me was in a frenzy, rushing towards the same destination. They were all eager to meet the Alpha and his mate, to hear her speak, to be in their presence.

Me neither. We hurried as mightily as we could. Mom was still bleeding and she left a trail of footprint behind her. But we didn't care about the expensive carpets or the evidence of our escape that the bloody footprints would leave. By the time anyone would notice us, we would be gone underneath the canopy of the Alpha's protection. We would be in Zach's abode when Archibald would know it. "We're almost there, mom. Almost there." My chest swelled with confidence as we ran towards the gate.

"We'll be fine, Lyric. Just trust me, okay? For now, let's focus on settling in." He left before I could ask him any more questions. But we both knew there was an elephant in the room. Being on the run in our world wasn't easy; not when we had too many resources. It was even worse since I was running away from the Capital Pack. How far will Jaris go to find me? ****† JARIS

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.

Frasier cleared his throat. “Kael.” My attention snapped to him instantly. He looked around at the others briefly before settling his gaze back on me. “We’ve come to a decision.” Something in his tone made my chest tighten. My brows drew together as I glanced toward Jaxen, Elrik, and Elsa. None of them met my eyes with understanding—only the same uncertainty I felt reflected back at me. I turned back to Frasier, my focus sharpening. “We’re done hiding. We’ve been running for too long,” he continued. “Afraid of being found. Afraid of being erased again. But what has that fear given us?”

He looked at her and asked, Why did you stop? We need to get moving on. We can’t get caught. Elsie kept her hands on her chest and looked at Oswald opened her eyes looking intently at Oswald and asked, Who are we running from? I thought you only wanted somewhere calm to sit and talk. But from what I am seeing, it seems you want to take me away from here completely. If you are worried about Sid and Aires finding us, then don’t worry, I think we have gotten away and it will be a while for them to find us.

The truth had made it all the way home and died on the concrete before it could speak. I looked back once toward the black shape of the garage roofs against the paling sky, then forced myself to turn away from it. Blackthorn was behind us now. The pack, the yard, Garrick’s ground, all of it. Ayla stood beside me breathing hard in the wet dark, and together we had become the thing running from our own. Then I took her hand properly this time and led us deeper into the city before Blackthorn could find our scent again.

Allison's POV: I continued running, my heart racing uncontrollably. I could have abandoned the plan to investigate him, but I didn't. My ambition to advance in my career pushed me forward, leading me into a situation where escape seemed impossible. Those people chased after me as I screamed and ran, consumed by fear.

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?

“They got to it.” “Out,” I said immediately, already pushing the door open. “We’re not waiting here to be found.” We moved again. Each step felt heavier, the weight in my arms a constant reminder of what we were running from and what we couldn’t afford to lose. We hadn’t gone far, maybe a few hundred meters when the explosion ripped through the air. A deafening blast that shook the ground beneath our feet. I turned instinctively, my eyes locking onto the direction we had just come from.