Novel & Cerita Who Were We Running From Season 2

“F*CK--------” I run……I run so fast without turning back. I don’t care if he`s chasing behind me. I just needed to be out of here as soon as possible. Surprisingly he wasn’t coming behind! He was just standing there with his hands resting inside his pockets. He`s gaze held promise. PROMISE OF MADNESS. THE PROMISE TO DESTROY US ALL. F*ck the dates. I’m never coming in front of him ever again! … “DAD……………. DAD……………. DAD?”

"The scent is getting stronger so let's hurry up" I mumbled as I smell the stronger scent coming from that direction. With that, we rush our pace and head to the direction of where I said. I lead the way. And there, in not so far away from my side I can see two figures. I can say so even if those two people I am pertaining to is also running. Still, I can clearly see that it is Lianna and Emrick. 'Why are they running? Can't they just stay still for a while?'

Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.

Duncan's POV My breathing was heavy as I ran through the woods with Ashley and Spencer by my side. The three of us ran as fast as we could, not to chase down some prey for our hungry stomachs, or for shelter from the rain and cold. No... What we were running from was... "There they are!" "Don't let them get away!" "Dash, Hunters, dash!" A group of hunting werewolves. From a pack allied with the Bluemoon Pack, whose Alpha is one of my friends.

A masculine voice said almost behind us. I hooked my fingers to Bella's as we ran away from the approaching voices and towards the main road. As we began running, the man whose voice we heard, sighted us and began to run towards us and was immediately followed by a very tall, skinny man. "Over here, I think I found them"he yelled in the night air. Bella and I increased our pace when we realized were been chased by two Haggard looking men or maybe guys cause they look imature.

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?

"Mommy is here." But something was on fire inside. Not just the safehouse, but also my trust. We ran away into the night. The road was wet from the rain. Lucian was behind the wheel with one hand on Micah and the other on the wheel. His eyes were red and scary. He said in a low voice, "I never told you." "I believed I could stop him so that we would never have to fight another war." I took a deep breath. "We can't stay hidden." "Not after the show."

Suddenly as he continued walking, we saw people running down the street, everyone seeking safety from danger. We halted, exchanging surprise gaze. ” What's going on? Why's everyone suddenly running?”Sunny asked, his voice cracking. No one could answer his questions as we were oblivious to the danger out there. “ Run. They're coming!” A certain man screamed at us. But I didn't seem to get it. Where do we run to? What was chasing the people out there? Very swiftly, I turned to my crew, acting like the born comrade I was. “ You all, fix yourself somewhere hidden. I'll find out when is happening out there myself”

We weren’t running anymore. We were hunting.

Axel shouted. We ran. Seven of us now. One less than before. The team was fractured. Broken. And I didn't know if we could fix it before reaching the Core. But we ran anyway. Because that's all we could do. Run and hope we survived long enough to matter. The searchlights followed us. The drones gave chase. And somewhere behind us, in the wasteland, Bree was walking alone toward whatever waited for her in the dark. I told myself I didn't care. Told myself she deserved whatever happened.