Novel & Cerita Who Were We Running From Season 2

Standing while holding onto the side of the bed of the truck, I place my chair in the back before opening the back door and tossing the bag in with my helmet and elbow pads before climbing in myself since the other three were heading my way. We had been at the park for about a half an hour when Drake and Archer decided they were going to go to the nearest gas station to grab snacks and drinks for the four of us leaving Bianca and I there. The two guys had been gone maybe ten minutes when my three least favorite people arrived while Bianca and I were sitting on a ledge talking while I was out of my chair. "Fuck, this isn't going to go well," I mumble to myself as I see Kevin, Jarick and Matt

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.

--- Adrian didn’t look at her. But his answer was clear. Cold. Unavoidable. “We don’t run again.” --- The road stretched endlessly ahead. Dark. Uncertain. Dangerous. --- And somewhere behind them— Hidden in the city they just left— A screen flickered to life. Tracking signal active. Movement confirmed. A voice spoke calmly into the silence. “Let them run.” A pause. Then— “They’re leading us exactly where we want them.” --- As the car disappeared into the night— Elena felt it.

Some humans don't know that we exist, the ones that did basically hated us. Long ago, us wolves ruled the city, but when the Santa Clara family came in, the humans took over the city in a way we would never forget. They found our weakness's; silver and wolfsbane and then they exiled us. We started off as a small pack of 20 and years later, we grew vastly.

“If Rebecca is there, if she’s alive and hiding, she’s going to want to look at a familiar face. Someone who knows what it’s like to run from Sebastian and live.” We departed at daybreak, a convoy of two cars. Me, Asher, and mom in the front vehicle. Dad, Evan, and Jace hanging back for backup. The streets were deserted, the sky growing light at the margins, and I had the nagging impression that we were losing time. “Suppose she won’t talk to us?” I asked as we drove.

I didn't run when I found out the truth about my heritage, nor did I run when I found out Sean was taken, and I refused to run now. Staying in human form, I bounded through the woods and headed back to the party. The twinkling lights that had once been romantic, were now beacons leading me back to my family. The smell of grilled food still lingered in the air, though the laughter and dancing had ceased. The music had gone silent, as had the carefree atmosphere. Tension rippled along the crowd as many held their children close, piling into cars and driving down the road. Most chose to leave, heading to their homes where they believed themselves to be safe. Children continued running around, o

They all looked about our age. “Follow me”, Ashton said and then we all started for the exit because the bomb had seconds left before it exploded. We ran to the exit and found it almost closing. Kyle had escaped with Roman and were headed to their jet. I ran to the door and held it back with all my power. “C’mon, get out now!” I shouted.

I will never be a good person without her. “We should go now, Chris," Malcolm said to me in the desperate state I’m feeling. “Shut up. Iam not going anywhere.” I shouted at him, literally pushing him away. “No, they are coming for us. They found out we escaped." I looked back to many people with guns who working for Alaric. ‘You should have mentioned it before I started running and gone inside the bushes and many tresses. We are going deeper inside it until someone called my name. It’s not Malcolm. I looked up.

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.

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